I’m a child of the '90s. I’m saying this because, like so many girls growing up in that decade, I grew up with the veritable Golden Age of Disney animated movies, and the one that always reigned supreme for me was “Beauty and the Beast” (1991). When I was a toddler, I would pop my BELLE GOLD DRESS VHS (as I called it, certainly in capslock) into the player, plop myself in front of the TV and watch in perfectly rapt attention as a misunderstood bookworm stood up for herself and for the people / Beasts she loved in no uncertain terms. Then, when it was over, I’d pop the VHS in the rewind machine (remember those?) and do it all over again.
Beauty and the Beast
Beauty and the Beast
Beauty and the Beast
I’m a child of the '90s. I’m saying this because, like so many girls growing up in that decade, I grew up with the veritable Golden Age of Disney animated movies, and the one that always reigned supreme for me was “Beauty and the Beast” (1991). When I was a toddler, I would pop my BELLE GOLD DRESS VHS (as I called it, certainly in capslock) into the player, plop myself in front of the TV and watch in perfectly rapt attention as a misunderstood bookworm stood up for herself and for the people / Beasts she loved in no uncertain terms. Then, when it was over, I’d pop the VHS in the rewind machine (remember those?) and do it all over again.