This entry is part of an on-going series discussing my favorite fairytales and their multiple modern re-tellings. Any entries relating to this topic will be labeled “Favored Fairytales.”
Have you ever found yourself consuming numerous variations of a single story? I go through different spurts, often tied to genre, but sometimes a particular kind of story grabs me and won’t let go until it’s sated. So I wanted to talk about one of my favorite fairytales, one that is probably familiar to most people.
Like most kids, I was raised on Disney films. Some I always felt lukewarm about, some that used to be favorites no longer appeal to me, even though I can appreciate the talent and artistry that went into making them. I never liked Sleeping Beauty and I was always ambivalent about Snow White and Cinderella. Some, like The Lion King and Mulan, have withstood the test of time and remain favorites. When I was a kid, The Little Mermaid was my favorite, hands down. But now, as an adult, a different film has risen to the top of the list: Beauty and the Beast.