A midday Monday movie meant a near empty theatre, a short line up and only a slight negligence of my essay, due in a few short hours.
First up, the film had textual integrity. It was a magical film on the whole, from a faultless cast to the stunning graphics, all atop a cherished story of our childhoods.
The costumes are reminiscent of the animated version, injected with life beautifully. The cursed servants are presented to be so likable, and constructed with intricacy and detail. When the curse lifts, their human forms and the way they interact with each other and the villagers they’ve been separated from is poignant and satisfying.
I can’t flaw the film’s presentation. From the quaint provincial village to the dark and foreboding forest, to the regal palace, all is beautiful and has a really satisfying magical vibe.
However, there was some inconsistency which did detract slightly from the overall fluency of the plot. It’s a long and treacherous journey for Belle’s father before he reaches Beast’s castle, and then again when he and Gaston attempt to find it, before failing altogether. This suggests that the castle is faraway and difficult to find. But when Belle’s father is in trouble she seems to make that journey in a matter of minutes, and when an angry mob of villagers charges to the castle they again reach it in moments, with nobody actually navigating, or with any idea at all where to go.
Also, did the Beast have a name? Does Belle just call him Beast, even when he’s in human form again?
Other than those minor details, the film was a lovely remake and was nostalgic and pleasant to watch. I recommend Beauty and the Beast, and I’m keen to see what other remakes of classics will surface in the future.