Throwback Thursday-Beauty And The Beast

We all know the 1991 Disney Beauty And Beast movie. In nearly a quarter of a century since the movie’s initial release, the images and songs have become iconic. Millions of little girls (myself included) had some sort of merchandise attached to this movie at one point or another. But there is another movie adaptation of Beauty And The Beast that deserves equal attention.

The 1946 Beauty And The Beast, directed by Jean Cocteau and starring Josette Day as Belle and Jean Marais as The Beast/The Prince/Avenant is much closer to the original fairy tale than the more contemporary adaptations. The psychology of the fairy tale and the characters journey is not as diluted as the Disney adaptation is. The costumes are absolutely beautiful.  This movie was made as the ashes of Nazi controlled Europe was slowly dying. The fact alone makes the movie that much better.

The only thing I could have done without is Belle fainting when she sees the Beast for the first time. Other than that, the movie is perfect.

Decision, A Beauty And The Beast Fanfiction

*- I do not own any of these characters, I am just borrowing them.


 He watched her run out, the door slamming behind her.

She was a foolish woman, taking her father’s place. He was just an old man.

But she was young and beautiful. And very brave. Daring to stand up to him, to look directly at him, demanding her father’s release then offering to take his place.

He had tried to be civil, to act as his servants had suggested, in a “gentlemanlike” manner.

But it was not enough; he had warned her that the west wing was off limits; she chose to ignore the warning. Levitating only a few inches off the ground, the rose was a reminder of the foolish mistake of a boy and heartache of a man regretting the mistakes of his youth.

He had hoped if only for a moment, that this woman, Belle was sent to him by some twist of fate, to give him one final chance of redemption, before all hope of returning to his human form was lost forever.

But it was not to be, the main door slamming behind her slammed on his hopes. This was a dream, she was a dream. But she was meant for another man, a man who was not cursed with form of monster.

Then he heard the wolves. They were always sniffing at his gates, looking for their next meal.  And she would be it.

Foolish woman, leaving at this time of night. He could let her go, and leave her to her fate.

But he couldn’t, the rose petals were falling at an alarming rate. He made the decision to go after her, not know the outcome of his decision would alter the course of both their lives.


*This is not based on the Disney Beauty And The Beast. This is an extension of a scene from the Belle E La Beite play that was performed at the Brooklyn Academy Of Music last year.

*Rated M for mature content.


It was bound to happen. Despite their short acquaintance, they understood each other. He understood her loneliness; she understood his need for acceptance.

“A scar for a scar”

That was the moment they bonded. Life has not been kind to them.

But it was that first kiss that sealed their fate.

The moment her fingers grazed his cheek was the moment he was lost.

He had wanted to kiss her since the moment they met. He saw his former self, the handsome façade that he once prized, visiting her bed. The night she drank too much of the tea and lay in the guest bedroom, he opened the robe he lent her. As his lips grazed her abdomen, he knew that he could have done with her whatever he wanted. There was no one to stop him. But he couldn’t do it.

She was not a virgin, she lost her virginity to a high school boyfriend that she wanted to forget. She wanted to forget all of them. The father who abandoned her long ago, the previous boyfriends who returned her heart back to her in pieces. The feelings he brought to the surface; the anxiety, the questions if she was as attracted to him as her heart said she was. It had been a very long time since anyone had stirred such feelings in her.

She was in his arms, returning his kiss. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, to love her as she deserved to be loved.

She shucked off the brown trench coat, giving him access to her neck and shoulders. She melted into him as his lips blazed a trail down her neck and shoulders before turning her around again, falling to his knees, licking her breasts and pinching the nipples through the dress.

Pulling him to his feet, she undid the buttons of his shirt.

“You don’t have to” he stopped her.

“I want to see all of you” she kissed him again, continuing to unbutton his shirt.

When she finished with his shirt, she pulled off her dress.

“You’re beautiful”.

“What are you waiting for?”.

They were in each other’s arms once more and somehow made their way to his bed.

It would become a memorable evening that would forever affect the rest of their lives.


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