I’m a little late to the party on this, but I’ve been busy…and I can’t make the fiancé watch everything. So, while he was out, I picked up my DVR’d episode of the CW’s Beauty and the Beast. Now, Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite fairytales. The prince is far from charming or handsome, and psychological arguments aside, it’s a lovely tale of falling in love with someone for who they are, faults and all.
Okay, huge fan of the fairytale. Check. Absolutely loved the 80’s series with Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. Yep. Thoroughly enjoyed the Disney version? You bet.
This new reincarnation, not so much.
I didn’t hate it. Honestly, if the next couple episodes pick up a little better, I’ll probably watch it. I’m not crazy about Katherine being a detective, mainly because I’m so very burnt out on cop shows, but I get it. A detective would be more likely to get in plot-inducing trouble than say, an assistant DA. I can live with it.
The premise was okay. Mom gets killed, Kat becomes a cop which leads her to evidence of a dead guy and DNA that links to her mother’s murder. All right. Of course, dead guy is our beast, the rather sexy Mr. Vincent Deller.
Wait, what? Did I say sexy?
And that, my friends, is my main problem with this show. I shouldn’t be looking at the Beast and thinking, “Oh, hey. He’s kinda hot.” He doesn’t even have that bad of an attitude. Sure he’s got a scar, but that doesn’t make him beastly, or even ugly. Some of us sort of dig scars…but that’s another topic. The brief outbursts of his temper were more HULK SMASH than anything, and when he did get down and beastly, it was against the baddies trying to take out Kat.
So, why is the Beast chock full of smolder? Should he be? Author and creator of some of my favorite zombies ever, Lia Habel, has an interesting post on that.
What do you think? Can you love a beast? Give me a shout in the comments.