Do you ever watch a movie and become randomly obsessed with some very minor aspect or unimportant scene to the point where it's almost as much of a reason to watch the film as... you know... the plot and characters and such? Well.
One film that I love (and you probably should to) is Jean Cocteau's La belle et la bête. There are so many good things. From the subtly witty dialogue to the luxurious sets, stylized gestures, and very French old-school actors and actresses, it's such a charming film! But the best thing in the entire film is...
Belle's bed.
Seriously! It's like this big bathtub of super soft frothy fur goodness, complete with a creepy/awesome ram's head looking over it from the back.
You can see the ram's head/tub aspects of the bed better in this screengrab. I kind of get the impression that the bed can get awfully sweaty feeling amidst all the fur, and the deep pile of blankets and swathes of gauzy curtains could get pretty claustrophobic, and the whole room probably smells a bit damp and dirty what with all the plants it... but in theory, what an amazing bed!
Perfect for swooning on when one has such urges (as we ladies do). On a happier note, I'm sure jumping into this bed (the best way to get into bed) would make the most satisfying FFLUMF ever. And rolling around on a dry winter's night, you're bound to see a lightning show as all the fuzz sends off sparks.
Oh, to have a nice soft stretch of fur to lie upon and bury one's face in....
all of the above screen captures were taken by me
Much more practical (and less socially stigmatizing) than a faux fur capelet, right? And so much more privately dreamy and moody... why am I always coming back to moody? I guess just because I am myself. But really. I can just imagine how satisfying it would be to dash to bed in a huff and cocoon myself in a tousled throw hanging from the footboard, safe to sulk in private, thinking myself a modern Allerleirauh what with the injustice of the world!!
I can't be the only one who still seriously wants selfish sulk snuggles when she's feeling dramatic... you know, to get out of the room and grab a pillow and something and hyperventilate or whatever until I'm feeling like a grown-up again?
Right?
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