Aki's Blog

I watched Disney’s 1991 film Beauty and the Beast today, for the first time since I was little. I was in love with Belle back then, and when I watched it again I recalled all those feelings again. It’s still one of the most beautiful films ever made, except I hate the ending. That Beast receives his beauty again for having Belle’s love sends the message that shallow beauty is an excellent gift, while it actually doesn’t matter the littlest.

He is the Beast who has no inner beauty, the Beast who has a tiny layer of golden colour between his skin and flesh, that some finds and believe is a goldmine. But they are wrong, and inside the Beast they find yellowish flesh and broken bones. For a while they believe Beast has his own inner beauty, but as time passes, in horror they realise their mistake.

They leave Beast to bleed from the wounds they’ve opened, searching for gold, and they leave the Rose to die, to drop its last petal.