Hmm, she makes one comment about the town being poor and provincial, a couple about wanting more out of life, and then the rest of it is the towns folk saying she’s “pretty but weird” and Gaston saying “she’s mine.”
Wanting more to life than can be found in a small town is a classic element of whimsy. And it still holds true today.
How many small towns die each year because none of the young people stay? The ones that aren’t ghost towns yet at least have aging populations.
Growing up I remember everyone saying things like “There’s nothing to do here, this county is boring, I want to move to a city.” And then they go off to college and get a job and live in a city, and any time you visit your hometown (except for holidays), nobody you know is there because they all left as soon as they could. And anyone who still lives there is viewed as backwards, pathetic, or a failure.
But the people who stayed view the people who left as the crazy ones, because they’re insular and haven’t seen much of the outside would, and they don’t like anything that conflicts with theirs worldview (read: the collective psychosis endemic to these small towns)
I never got the ‘i’m better then everyone else here’ vibe out of that first song either. And if we did, that’s still a long way off from creepy pushy rapist. Wow, I was really caught unawares by the high amount bad vibes gaston gives off.
“There goes the baker, with his bread like always… the same old bread and rolls to selllll!”
That’s ONE you could point at as a jab.
The poor, poor boulanger!
::reads through the lyrics to the song::
Hmm, she makes one comment about the town being poor and provincial, a couple about wanting more out of life, and then the rest of it is the towns folk saying she’s “pretty but weird” and Gaston saying “she’s mine.”
I think this analysis stinks.
Wanting more to life than can be found in a small town is a classic element of whimsy. And it still holds true today.
How many small towns die each year because none of the young people stay? The ones that aren’t ghost towns yet at least have aging populations.
Growing up I remember everyone saying things like “There’s nothing to do here, this county is boring, I want to move to a city.” And then they go off to college and get a job and live in a city, and any time you visit your hometown (except for holidays), nobody you know is there because they all left as soon as they could. And anyone who still lives there is viewed as backwards, pathetic, or a failure.
But the people who stayed view the people who left as the crazy ones, because they’re insular and haven’t seen much of the outside would, and they don’t like anything that conflicts with theirs worldview (read: the collective psychosis endemic to these small towns)
I never got the ‘i’m better then everyone else here’ vibe out of that first song either. And if we did, that’s still a long way off from creepy pushy rapist. Wow, I was really caught unawares by the high amount bad vibes gaston gives off.
“There goes the baker, with his bread like always… the same old bread and rolls to selllll!” That’s ONE you could point at as a jab. The poor, poor boulanger!
I don’t think this is even a jab at the baker, she’s just commenting on the malaise she feels at her life being the same everyday. Relatable honestly.
Yeah that’s just being young. It would be weird if she wasn’t feeling stifled by her surroundings.
What a loser baker, making the staple foods his community likes to eat, and selling them at consistent hours!