I thought (still do) Beauty and the Beast far exceeded expectations. The experience on IMAX 3D – a first for me in my hometown – is similar to a freshly baked and buttered bread, popped in your mouth, and the flavour envelops your pronunciation that you fail to babble in glee for you are occupied by full smiles, a width of the entire screen; your eyes remain fixed upon the dancers and the singers, the pirouettes, the gestures, the glances. Subtle they may be.
And as the dust and snow, and oft rose petals linger by your periphery or a wolf ready to pounce right at the front of you, you are engaged and in motion, your heart beating wildly, wishing, wishing, wishing, let this film never end, let it go on my entire lifetime, just before a song begins, one you’ve never heard of, and you feel so content, satisfied, that your wishing of it neverending seems almost a disservice to the reverent conclusion it approaches towards.
It’s a visual magic that alters reality. It whispers, in debonaire delight, that,
“Minutes turn to hours, days to years and gone.
But when all else has been forgotten,
still our song lives on..”
And its an evocation of every magical romance. Of why childhoods exist and dreamers continue dreaming. It’s the little ones and those young at heart, who find the beauty in every beast. And hope lingers, burns, deep in the recesses, and blooms in hours such as now.
If I ever wanted to become part of this world, of the storytelling, the music, the medley of it all…then Beauty and the Beast made it all the more for coming.