So last night I asked my mom if she wanted to watch a movie with me. Bonding … you know. She asked me what I wanted to watch. Umm … Why does she have to ask such tough questions?
Well, my niece and I have been talking about watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast this week–trouble is, we can’t find a copy to watch. I didn’t bring mine to Arizona, and I can’t seem to find one to rent, so I’m having trouble getting to watch this with her this week.
So last night, my mom suggests we watch an old Beauty and the Beast video that she had taped off TV years ago. This was on a VHS, if that tells you anything. Mom tells me she remembers enjoying the movie, so we popped it in.
Maybe the cover will give you a sense of the style of the this 1987 film.
So the movie started, and I was wide awake. The movie continued a little bit, and I started laughing at the really bad acting. And it continued a little more, and I was roaring. But then my mom starts looking a little bit hurt. So I felt bad. Afterall, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and I’m definitely guilty of picking a dud.
So I piped down and sat through the rest of the movie. I laughed internally at the plot that didn’t make good sense … Beauty tells Beast every night that she doesn’t love him and won’t marry him. But the build up to her actually loving him–sort of nonexistant. And I fought sleep at every moment, but I won, and stayed awake the whole movie.
After the movie, I couldn’t hold in my guffaws when mom said, “Well, at least I got a bit of a nap in.” Apparently mom lost the battle, but at least she agrees with me that the movie was a bit lame–I may have called it an “epic-fail”–and she won’t make me watch it again. 🙂
Looking for new movies to bond with mom over until next time. -LJ