When I went to see Tangled with my family, I was terrified of having to talk about the movie afterwards because I related so much to Rapunzel, and I was sure my mom would hate the movie because it was so obvious that she was exactly like mother gothel. So when mom asked me afterwards if I liked it I gave a tepid non-answer. But then my mom started talking about how she loved the movie! And it slowly dawned on me that she also saw mother gothel as evil and abusive, but somehow didnât make the connection that she and her were the same. My mom even made a comment to the effect of how, like rapunzelâs real mom, her love for me would always triumph or whatever. And she didnât get it!
She didnât see the similarities of how she locked me away in the house, or how she kept me under the tightest supervision under the guise of keeping me safe. I spent the entire mother knows best song stealing glances at her next to me in the theater just waiting for her to drag us out of the movie because she couldnât stand to have her âloveâ portrayed as evil. And she didnât see how the fact that she created her identity completely around being a mother and nothing else was like mother gothelâs dependency on rapunzelâs magic hair.
It was only after seeing her positive reaction to the movie, that I really understood the meaning of the phrase âeveryone is the hero of their own storyâ. No one actually thinks theyâre the villain, even if confronted with a painfully obvious rendering of their own actions done by someone they agree is rightly portrayed as evil.
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