Beauty and the Beast has been my favorite Disney movie since I was a little girl. Belle, though still a dress-wearing, marry-a-prince-by-the-ending Disney “princess,” was a pretty tough cookie. She liked to read, didn’t care a whit about the town beefcake, and saw past the face of a beast into the heart of the man that she loved. Of course, the enchanted castle, fun songs, and awesome animation all helped, too.
But now I have a new favorite. The Princess and the Frog—I get goose bumps typing it!—was an absolute masterpiece. (Spoilers ahead.) As soon as we heard about it, I felt a bubbling, expectant excitement in my belly. I couldn’t wait to see it, which made the back of my mind nag at me—“It’s going to suck with you building it up like this!” Fortunately, my mind was wrong.