The 2015 Cinderella movie is the talk in town now, at least in
my Icha-town. I’ve seen it once, loved it so much that I plan to see it again
tomorrow. But actually, before I went to see it for the first time, I was quite
apprehensive.
And it was actually quite difficult not to, these days. What
with wars here and there, difficulties to get a permanent job that makes you
happy, murders at many places (the Germanwings crash is still in my mind), I have
to admit, my psyche was not really cheerful when I entered the cinema last
week.
I was also sceptical about the whole old-fashion (read:
1950s) fairy tale idea. I mean, who got her Prince Charming without doing
anything these days? Don’t get me wrong: I love Disney. But I have long decided
that my favourite princess is actually Belle, with the Beast as my favourite prince.
Beauty and the Beast is my all-time favourite Disney movie that I’ve watched,
followed by Alladin (I said so because I have not seen Frozen – yes, sue me.
The DVD is on my lounge desk, ready to be viewed after I went to the rental
last night). But the old, classical Disney movies? “Meh” is my most passionate
answer.
Of course I love the idea of Prince Charming. I love
Cinderella’s white ball gown in the 1950s animation (it was white, not blue). I
love her sparkling glass slippers; I even had one when I was but a little girl,
and I did run around the living room wearing the slippers. But that was my
childhood. After I became a woman, a few years after watching Beauty and the
Beast, I started rewatching Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty... and
I was like... okay... so what is it again that we loved about these movies?
