December 26 movie: Beauty and the Beast. I mostly watched this one by myself while my folks were doing other things, but they came in at the end. What a lyrical, magical movie. It's like poetry. Cocteau has such a delicate touch. This is one of those movies that I could watch over and over, but I won't, because I want to feel this delight every time I see it. If I overwatched the movie it might start to feel ordinary and that would be a crying shame.


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