Over Emilie de Ravin’s character Belle wearing a short, sequined dress in the episode they’re currently shooting. The title of the episode is “Lacey” and there is some speculation that this is Belle’s Storybrooke name.
Belle, at least the Disney incarnation, is basically every young lonely woman ever. She’s our yearning for adventure. Our expression of the desire to be released from the shackles of expectation. I don’t know a single woman that hasn’t felt at least a littlekinship with her, and until last night the Belle ofOnce Upon A Timewas nothing more than a fragile imitation. A bit of crystal propped up to look like Belle without really being her. Rather than being defined by her personal desires she was defined by Rumple’s love for her.
Then she put on some leather, gave her décolletage a little oomph, and hopped a ride to fairytale China. After that I had mad difficulty deciding what I liked best about Belle. Was it her most excellent condescension towards idiot dudes? Or smashing choice of clothing? Her ability to track a nearly untrackable beast with nothing but a book written in a language she learned on the trip? Or maybe just how she was Disney’s Belle run through the Xena machine.