My favorite Disney villain is Maleficent.
She’s not trying to take over the seas, or unleash the Titans to aid in the taking over of Mt Olympus. She doesn’t long to be the most powerful ruler in Agrabah. She doesn’t give a damn who’s the “fairest”, she isn’t keen to make a coat out of puppies.
She’s not on a power trip.
She has her nose out of joint because she wasn’t invited to a party.
That’s right, she didn’t get invited to a baby’s Christening and this angers her so that she curses the baby with death.
Curses the baby.
She goes right to the heart. She bypasses the king and queen, and curses their baby. How much worse is that than if she’d cursed them directly?
I especially love that she’s so calm about the whole thing.
Like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
“I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.” and then “Oh dear, what an awkward situation.”
No, I wasn’t invited. Yes, I certainly should have been. Do you think snubbing me was the safest/smartest choice you could make?
Oh, no. I’m not offended. But, BTW, I’m going to curse your little baby just because it makes me feel all tingly inside.
Don’t eff with the Mistress of All Evil, because I will cut a bitch.
It’s so wrong.
But I love it.
She doesn’t put up with anybody’s foolishness.
Does she take it too far?
But she owns it.
Surely we all have days when we feel like Maleficent? Nothing is quite right, and you feel as though you’re relying on complete and total imbeciles. You’re surrounding by idiots. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right…
I know I do.
I own it when I lose my patience.
Especially when it looks like this.