Once upon a time fairy tales were told to audiences of young and old alike. It is only in the last century that such tales were deemed fit only for small children, stripped of much of their original complexity, sensuality, and power to frighten and d...
When you look at every studio in the '20s or '30s, from Louis B. Mayer to Jack Warner, you see people who started with one plan and quickly shifted gears to adapt to a changing world. One of my favorite stories is that Walt Disney mortgaged his house...
I wrote this script in 2003, when I was a humble college student, sitting in my boxers and writing in my dorm room. And I came up with the idea of writing an action-based 'Snow White,' with this kind of Huntsman character as kind of a way in. So, tha...
When I was younger, I was very princessy. I always wanted to be blond-haired and blue-eyed. This was before Mulan, so I was very upset about all the Cinderellas. I always tried to imagine that maybe Snow White was Chinese since she had black hair.
I was taught to do math and read at the same time. So you're six years old, you're reading 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs' and it becomes rapidly obvious that there are only two kinds of men in the world: dwarves and Prince Charmings. And the odds ...
CINDERELLA" walked on broken glass. "AURORA" Let a whole lifetime pass. "BELLE" Fell in love with a hideous beast. "JASMINE" Married a common theif. "ARIEL" Walked on land for love. "SNOW WHITE" Barely escaped a knife. Because LOVE means facing your ...
Queen: But wait! There may be an antidote. Nothing must be overlooked. [flips through the book she was reading earlier till she finds the antidote] Queen: Ah, hear this! "The Victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love's First Kiss." "Lo...
And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly and steadily floating and turning and pausing, soundlessly meeting the snow that covered, as with a transparent mirage, the bare bright...
The blizzard seemed to be dying down, and it was now possible to enjoy the sight of the buildings and embankments and bridges smothered in the diamond-dusted whiteness. There's always something soothing in the snow, thought Gabriel, a promise of happ...
She'd first seen Covent Garden after a heavy snow, walking with her hand in Win's, and she remembers the secret silence of London then, the amazing hush of it, slush crunching beneath her feet and the sound made by trapezoidal sections of melting sno...
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
But even if they could go home it would be difficult for me to tell you what the moral of the story is. In some stories, it's easy. The moral of 'The Three Bears', for instance, is "Never break into someone else's house". The moral of 'Snow White' is...
And lonely as it is that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I...
Albrecht: Police! Don't move! I said, "Don't move!" Eric Draven: I thought the police always said, "Freeze!" Albrecht: Well, I am the police, and I say, "Don't move" Snow White. You move, you're dead. Eric Draven: And I say, "I'm dead," and I move.
Anna: I never knew winter could be so beautiful. Olaf: Yeah, it really is beautiful, isn't it? But it's so white. Y'know, how about a little color? I'm thinking maybe some crimson, chartreuse. How about yellow? No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? [shudd...
[Shrek discovers the seven dwarves have placed Snow White on his kitchen table] Shrek: Oh, no no no no! Dead broad OFF the table! Dwarf: Well, where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken! Shrek: Huh? [rushes over to his bed to find... ] Big Bad...
A good deed is written on snow.
As the snow melts the filth shows through.
I write. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I add before pushing the notebook and pen back across the table, wiping a hand across my cheeks. As he reads, my impulse is to reach out, grab the notebook, run outside, dump it in the trash, bury ...
Never mind storms and snows for the sake of a friend.
You can't make cheesecakes out of snow.
