In the cartoon, that is. In the live-action remake all those amazing and whimsical characters look more like this:
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Soulless eyes. Twitching, insectoid mouthparts. Tiny Ewan McGregor face. A photo-realistic talking candelabra is, it turns out, just a bad idea, and not just because of the ensuing nightmares: They just functionally didn't work. Most of the time I couldn't tell what expressions they were making, or what they were feeling, or what I was supposed to be feeling about it. At one point, Mrs. Potts gets thrown right up in the screen and winks and I haven't been able to get the image out of my head for five months. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, convinced Mrs. Potts is hiding somewhere in my apartment, silently twitching her horrific eye at me in the dark, and I can't sleep until I search my entire home top to bottom. That's not true, I made it up for dramatic purposes, but I hope it communicates my issue with this character's horrible face.