In times where every odd film throws supposedly newer plots on our faces in the mask of titles like diversity, innovation and technology, I always suspected if a production house like Disney could sustain its fairy-tale ideals of a very fine quality for long. Even if I still continue to have reservations about it, I walked out of Cindrella with a rare fulfilling grin. The high was truly enormous, especially in the eyes of a 20’s something like me, residing in a parallel world which was surreal in the truest sense for those couple of hours, where courage and kindness emerged triumphant over all odds. That is what probably, everyone of us dreams inside but are drawn towards harsh realities of life, the next moment.
Cindrella, being a live-action film is a few light years away from the caricaturish depictions that fairy tales on-screen are burdened with. The atmosphere is such that we never question the stunningly picturesque mansions, flabbergasting sceneries and the refreshingly bright-coloured costumes, as they are most importantly complemented by unidirectional yet lively sketched characters. Not for once, do any timelines and any regional interferences surface here. We’re taken to a dreamy space and possibly just like the film’s target audience, we accept it sans much ado.
The major factor that clicks for Cindrella is its minimalistic spoon-feeding. One glare at the lead character’s step mother and we know, she’s about to give her a tough time. Another glimpse, when she meets the man of her dreams, their eyes give us the answers. The film peeps into the heart of the girl, the void that needs to be filled right there and amidst this, her compassion for everything that makes her world, be it humans, rats, goose, ducks, cats and even chameleons. The maker gives her such a pure space that it brings so much grace in the way she lives her life. Not the slightest touches of adultery here.
Sometimes when you underplay things well, fiction is the easiest way to digest message-giving, especially in this case that beauty is all about the love we spread and what we feel inside. Things are best left to destiny and Cindrella gets what she deserves. The arm to lie on where she feels protected and get all the love she unfortunately missed from parents in her not-so-rosy childhood. Before even Cindrella’s stepmother utters a word when the prince’s taking her home, she tells, “I forgive you.” She doesn’t want the least of guilt to hit her. She’s a woman with simple dreams, a clear mind and one, who feels complete with her man.
As I went on with the film, my reservations of watching an apparently categorised ‘chick-flick’ had disappeared. The film had some much-needed subtext for the adult and the stroke of magic that the fairy brought about, to a fascinated child too, both in the right amounts. Cindrella, boosted by fuss-free filmmaking of the yesteryear era still remains very today and universal in execution for that very reason. Some more of this please !