Beauty and the Beast (Post No.18)

Generally, I avoid animation movies or movies that show an imaginary world. Today, I was an accomplice (more out of not much choice there) to this movie―Beauty and the Beast.

 I have no complaints about this movie, as it doesn't interest me; to pick one, it would be the music which triggered a headache. I wonder if Indians could tolerate so much music (opera kind of musical) in an Indian movie. Never understood our love for the West ๐Ÿ˜ฒ. 

 Somehow, I have never been in awe of such movies no matter if they are a Disney production or a Baahubali (I haven't watched it yet ๐Ÿ˜‰) kind. I do not relate to such movies or any fairy tales whatsoever. I know I would be penalized for this, yet I stay ground. 

 It can be because growing up I never read any fairy tale.I was never introduced to that genre. Maybe my parents thought I should get real. I never believed them. I lived in a 'real' world where everything was not so rosy. I knew of 'adjustments', the way of 'surviving', 'difficult' financial situations way before I should have. At this point, I feel people like such movies may be because they have grown up on it. Or maybe they want to escape the real world and get into that imaginary zone. Or maybe they just love Emma Watson too much. ๐Ÿ˜Š

 Whatever it may be my headache is for real and I need some rest. I am going to introspect further and write more on it soon here. So, keep a watch. For now, I retire to bed thinking I have real 'beasts' to deal with in my everyday life and at least for today, I have conquered them well. Ironically, my 'beasts' don't look huge and hairy; they are pretty normal people who harm me emotionally.

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