"Beauty and Beast" Oil on canvas 40x40cm

Can you be as beautiful as a beast? Would the outcome have been the same if "the Beast" had been her and he the handsome one? Maybe Disney saved us certain details about the attraction between the protagonists of the movie "Beauty and the Beast." They are likely to complement each other. This is my balanced version: with its lights and its shadows.

Has anyone stopped to think what really attracted Bella to that Beast? Did she have a secret and dark inner life as opposed to her outer beauty? Was he a lover of zoophilia? Was he a victim of Stockholm syndrome? Bringing this story to the present would end up with many people behind bars again.
The chorus of the song of Beauty and the Beast said "... beauty is inside ..." and caught us in preadolescence, that time when we internalized the first bullshit we heard and probably we make suffer. It is a kind of absurd need of age (some never heal). Our bodies go through different mutations and we don't usually see ourselves too "pretty", but thanks to the little phrase of the song, we could feel a breath of hope: That we were possessors of the best of the inner treasures that our platonic loves would sooner and later see and. .. we were taking and giving pumpkins left and right. If it had worked for Beast, why not us? We had launched the same cruel message as the "Keep Searching" yogurt in the nineties. In the ads always came some supposed winners enjoying wonderful prizes and curiously they were very handsome. The rest not: we were very good people, but less attractive and without luck.
True love ... Ains! How difficult to explain to those who seek perfection based on Disney movies, that it does not exist, and that for some it is dark, for others it is a connection point to find their light or simply share their shadows. Who marks the line between good and evil, the beautiful and the ugly? The attraction has a thousand faces.
Spoiler of the cartoon film "Beauty and the Beast": "Beauty is inside" Chorus of the soundtrack and moral of the film, where a handsome, conceited and superb guy is punished by an old woman to be a Beast until get someone to really love him or die directly if the magic rose he delivers loses the last of his petals. A sick old man ends up in his isolated mansion in the middle of the mountains by mistake, and in exchange for saving his life, the Beast stays with his daughter, who is Bella (inside, outside and even by name) and sees the opportunity in tray of finding love or at least company. And the play goes well ...
Several options open here:
- That Beast be administered to the opioid girl several (has visions in which the household comes alive and interacts with it, the dilapidated place becomes a luxurious palace, and the Beast does not cause fear ...) and this degenerates in an induced Stockholm syndrome.
- That Bella liked to practice zoophilia and the Beast seemed that hidden side more appetizing than her physical appearance. (How gross I am, but I had to say it because it's obvious)
- That the girl had to say it somehow "angels in her smile and demons in her head" and that was the point of union between them. Because if beauty is inside ... so is the dark side of people, right? Can we have inner beauty and darkness? Who makes the difference between good and evil?
- That as we are attracted to the forbidden, it was pure morbid. No more
In the end, the girl falls for the charms? of the Beast and he transforms back into the uncle Buenorro of yesteryear following a kiss. And I say ... is it not to go crazy to fall in love with a person as a whole and then be transformed into another? Although in theory it is to improve, she liked the other appearance, right? It would be fine then that for example Bella brought out her dark side, or that instead of making the best of the Beast she was infected with her animal side (They say that everything sticks less beauty does not it?). Anyway, this movie caught me in that little limbo between childhood and adolescence where animated films you like much more without ending with a love story. This one in particular, caused many people of my generation to take us away and give us pumpkins in the future because we all thought we were possessors of the best of the inner treasures. If it had worked for Beast, why not us? We had launched the same cruel message as the "Keep Searching" yogurt in the nineties. The ads always featured supposed winners enjoying wonderful prizes. Curiously they were very handsome. The rest we were had a good background, but ugly and without luck. Those who also got hooked on the Scratch and Win of the mortadella, must continue to burst pimples.
Those who composed the soundtrack got what the best publicists want and few achieve: that the song got into your head and did not go even back! I remind you that in 1992, if you wanted to watch a movie again, you had three options: you waited for it to be put on television, rented it on the video store or bought VHS. As I belonged to an economically modest family, I think I saw her again on TV four or five years later, but I had the "Beauty and Beast sooooooooon" soundtrack ... beauty is in the interiorrrrrrrrr .... " What a nose the monster has, right? He does not take the ugly people to live. The fact is that the song's song affected me and gave me a lot to think about ...
I kept playing Barbies at that time (in secret, of course). Independent, single women, who lived in a perfectly furnished loft and had a car (All done by me of course. Before the DIY "Do It Yourself" was called: "Girl! You will see if you want this box to make some barge for dolls!"
The symbolic childish game with my dolls left room for the search for romantic love because the hormonal uproar I was carrying was considerable at that time. As my family was of modest economy, buying male dolls was implantable so my dolls had to live with that frustration of love that theoretically kept secret or at a distance (the way to justify that not a single one appeared for my kingdom of Barbies male).
Some Wise Men misread one of the last letters or were short of budget and instead of bringing me to Barbie Super Star they brought me to Darling Super Star (Nothing to do with the feminine curves, the feline look and juicy lips of Barbie. I had some flat and giant feet that allowed her to stand without restraint, but prevented her from wearing heels ... unforgivable!) Taking advantage of the previous disadvantages and that even her hair was straight and lifeless, I tried to cut her hair and turn her into a man, so that my dolls finally achieved their coveted love encounter. But my Barbies did not finish entering them through the eyes. You will say that what I tell you this scroll. Well: The happy song of the movie of Beauty and the Beast resonated in my head since I saw her: "... Beauty is inside ..." and with that canteen, I tried to force my Barbies to curled up with the fake Ken who had painted a beard, but it was something so uncomfortable and so forced that the game bothered me. Beauty will be inside, but there must be chemistry, right? Even among dolls.
With this I don't want to appear superficial. There are as many types of beauty as there are eyes to look at: interior and exterior and beyond what you see, there must be chemistry or predisposition. If someone is not prepared to fall in love, he does not: end. But this movie was about throwing a message in which love is above physical appearance, and it turned out that in the end the two handsome and good guys finished. It makes no sense, so I prefer a very Beast Beauty. (And by the way, I make amends with my pre-adolescence and I vent, that three daughters suppose an overdose of Disney princesses and how I can not say it out loud ... well ea! Here is for the future!)