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So I was listening to 'Be Our Guest' this morning at the gym (because I am a dork, yes), and for the first time something struck me as being a little bit off. So I looked up the lyrics when I got to work.
I'm ordinarily pretty good with the suspension of disbelief. Singing, dancing crockery? No problem. Preparing a 50-person meal for a single guest? I totally understand, because a) they've got enthusiasm and b) France.
But here's the thing: the second verse mentions beef ragout. The third verse, much more disturbingly, mentions Singing pork! Dancing veal! WHERE DID THE MEAT COME FROM? Every other dancing thing in the castle is an enchanted, transformed human. Did some poor saps draw the short straw and get turned into living food? Or, maybe even worse, when the spell hit did Bob the Butcher...sorry, Bernard le Boucher...and his assistants get turned into a chopping block and an assortment of large knives, and periodically they have to go out into the countryside hunting down local livestock?
I'm ordinarily pretty good with the suspension of disbelief. Singing, dancing crockery? No problem. Preparing a 50-person meal for a single guest? I totally understand, because a) they've got enthusiasm and b) France.
But here's the thing: the second verse mentions beef ragout. The third verse, much more disturbingly, mentions Singing pork! Dancing veal! WHERE DID THE MEAT COME FROM? Every other dancing thing in the castle is an enchanted, transformed human. Did some poor saps draw the short straw and get turned into living food? Or, maybe even worse, when the spell hit did Bob the Butcher...sorry, Bernard le Boucher...and his assistants get turned into a chopping block and an assortment of large knives, and periodically they have to go out into the countryside hunting down local livestock?
