Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997)
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Okay, I know all of my avid followers (lol) were really looking forward to a post on Draco Malfoy after I mentioned him last week. Well, apparently I have too many thoughts about that subject and I didn't have time to write them all out. So, for now, instead of writing about Bad Boys, I will write about a very and pure movie: Disney's 1997 Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella, starring Whitney Houston as the fairy godmother and Brandy as Cinderella. This iconic duo absolutely killed the game. When it comes to nostalgia, I'm all on board, so with my sister in town this week, I decided to take a shot of serotonin and watch this movie. First, the best part of this is that this man is the biological son of this woman and this man (couple goals). I love a good color-blind cast. It brings me a lot of joy, honestly, knowing they found the best person for each role, and not just the best white person. I just like to laugh about the fact that I didn't notice this at all when I