if you’re tired of watching e true hollywood story just stop paying your cable bill and start netflixing! lose yourself and reminisce the awkward and naïve boy prince of POP through the 1974 adaptation of the Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's, The little Prince; the fable about a small extraterrestrial boy on a tour of the universe (run-on like whoa).
We all know what happens in the book, but for those of you who haven’t experience the film, you are missing out.
i, unlike book snobs that enjoy sleepless hours and small print, am the type that prefers the beauty of the 90 minute summary. blame it on my lack of imagination, add, superficiality or whatever you want to call it; there is just something about gorgeous cinematography, costume design, choreographed dancing and great acting that just makes my heart stop.
The 6 year old’s English accent and inquisitiveness makes me want to die. i want to steal a small eastern European boy and dress him in a sword and cape.
nobody could have portrayed the wild and then ever so gentle fox like gene wilder. his lil ginger jew fro screams FOX!
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You're very pretty to look at."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
“The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad.
But you have hair that is the color of gold.
Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me!
The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you.
And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…"
So the little prince tamed the fox.
And when the hour of his departure drew near—
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It's your own fault," said the little prince.
"I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…"
"Yes that is so", said the fox.
"But now you're going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes that is so" said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."
bob fosse, the actor-director-choreographer and dancer extraordinaire plays the poisonous snake who finally provides the Little Prince with transportation home.
a bit of a harsh scene for a kids film, and what a child may make of the death scene is beyond me. what i am sure is that his PRINCE OF POP-esque moves are ageless and understood by all, not to mention MJs inspiration!
he makes me want to quit my job and become a professional jazz dancer.
my little crappy blog doesn't do the film any justice but i hope it has inspired you to watch it and love it as much as i do.
we love you Little Prince. where ever you are.
