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Forty
five years before Disney adapted "Beauty and the
Beast" into an animated feature and hit Broadway
play, Jean Cocteau brought to the screen a far more
magical and visually stunning version. Photographed
with stark black and white imagery without mountains
of special effects, Cocteau's 1946 Beauty
and the Beast (La Belle et la Bête) showcases
his theatrical, ballet, and artistic talents in
his finest creation.
Often more criticized for
his drug use and homosexual lifestyle than for his
actual work during his lifetime, Cocteau took on
the fairy tale project at the urging of his lover,
Jean Marais, who plays both Avenant and the Beast
in the film. Many draw psychological interpretations
of the film, partially based on Cocteau’s sexuality
or on the fact that Cocteau was beginning to have
skin problems (thus, the filmmaker could represent
the ugly beast in search of love). Additionally,
fairy tales are always ripe for psychosexual interpretations,
so critics can have a Freudian field day with Beauty
and the Beast, scrutinizing the visuals
for phallic and vaginal symbols. The story itself
is very faithful to the original fairy tale crafted
by Jean-Marie Leprince de Beaumont.
Cocteau begs the audience
to suspend belief, introducing the film and preparing
us for some of its conceits with a title card that
begins:
“Children believe
what we tell them, they have complete faith in us.
They believe that a
rose plucked from a garden can bring drama to
a family. They believe that the hands of a human
beast will smoke when he slays a victim, and that
this beast will be ashamed when confronted by
a young girl.
They believe a thousand
other simple things. . .”
A merchant (Marcel André) lives
in a country mansion with his son Ludovic and his
three daughters Felicie, Adelaide and Belle (Josette
Day). Belle (Beauty in English) is the good and pure
daughter who does all the housework, as opposed to
the two self-centered sisters that only desire a life
of leisure and marrying a rich duke. Ludovic's handsome
friend Avenant (Jean Marais) wants to marry Belle,
but she refuses to leave her father (providing lots
of ammunition for Freudians).
Business isn’t going well
for the merchant, so he undertakes a desperate trip
that promises riches. Returning home in the fog
after great disappointment, he wanders into a magical
castle literally illuminated hand held candelabras
and watched over with living statues and table hands
that pour wine for the guests. As the merchant prepares
to leave, he plucks a rose for Belle, which causes
the host Beast (Jean Marais in a mask incorporating
elements of Wolfman and a Werewolf) to angrily appear
to demand his death, unless he can supply one of
his daughters to die in his place.
Of course, the loyal Belle
willingly sacrifices herself. At first fearful,
she grows to feel sympathy for the Beast and the
story proceeds with inevitability. The Beast may
look "horrible" (his words), but he has a heart
of gold, contrasting directly with the two untrustworthy
sisters and the greedy Avenant, who look fair enough
on the outside but are far more beastly inside.
Cocteau has fashioned a
beautiful poetic vision with his Beauty and
the Beast that has now been restored and
is preserved on a well-conceived Criterion DVD,
complete with background information and commentary.
Although the perfectionistic Cocteau wasn’t always
satisfied with Henri Alekan's cinematography, the
camerawork is remarkable with its contrast between
the clear and realistic country mansion scenes and
the dreamy castle scenes that immerse us intimately
into the fantasy world of the Beast. Camera choices
that Cocteau makes, like staying longer than expected
on the castle steps when the merchant arrives and
creating a larger than life shadow emanating from
the merchant, add to the fantasy. One of the most
memorable scenes effectively uses Day’s ballet experience
to great effect as she glides along a castle corridor
enhanced with billowing curtains—filmed in slow
motion as she advances towards the camera using
an invisible pulley on a skateboard type devise.
Credit production and set
designer Christian Bérard with much of the magic
of the film. Effectively using shadow and light
along with creative living candelabras and statues
(with their moving eyes), make the castle appear
as vast as Citizen Kane’s Xanadu and playfully surreal,
despite being filmed in a relatively modest locale.
There is very little that Industrial Light & Magic
could do to make this film more fanciful, and this
1946 is far more memorable than anything created
by the Disney people.
Day personifies the virginal
Belle perfectly and Jean Marais was never better
in any role than he is as the Beast, especially
remarkable since he primarily relies on communicating
through his eyes. Marais does a nice job with body
language inside the animal suit even though he had
no ballet or dance training. Further testament to
Marais' acting as the Beast is indicated by the
fact that Cocteau once attempted to use another
actor in the Beast outfit when Marais was ill, but
junked that footage because it didn't work.
Above all stands the vision
of Cocteau, who deftly combines all phases of his
artistry to create a film masterpiece. Many of the
scenes can stand by themselves as paintings—Cocteau
had this in mind as he bases many of his choices
specific artist's works. Those who want to research
the filmmaker's thoughts on his masterwork can consult
Cocteau’s own words in Beauty and the Beast:
Diary of a Film. The Criterion DVD release
contains a few excerpts.
Beauty and the Beast
(La Belle et la Bête) by far the best adaptation
of the well-known fairy tale, but unfortunately
will not be watched as much as Disney's full color
cartoon version. Adults who seek this out will be
richly rewarded because its unforgettable imagery
makes much deeper impact than more modern adaptations.
Will children enjoy it? If you can train them to
be film connoisseurs that appreciate subtleties
and black and white cinematography, they will thank
you in the future, for this is one of cinema’s great
films—one that will be indelibly inscribed in your
memory. That fact, alone, gives credence to the
Freudian interpretations that you will read concerning
Cocteau’s film.
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