Oh, the Princess Bride. There's really not much else to say after those words. Well, I suppose a few could follow: fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles. This one just never gets old, as it is, I'm currently in a room surrounded by a multitude of amazing people, each with their own stories and differences, united by one simple thing: their love of this film. Of Inigo's courage. Of Fezzik's loyalty. Of Vizzini's generous ability to utter the word "inconcievable" at every turn. Of Buttercup's vapidness. Humperdink's foppishness. Count Rugen's posterity. Of Westley's mustache. (Incidentally the only man on the planet to pull off a mustache without looking creepy, like a pedophile, or a porn-star.) Major props, Westley.
There's just something about the language, the inspired pauses, strange faces, and chemistry. I sincerely hope that this film is never redone. To do that would be unholy, a grave sin. Sacrilege! I could gush for pages, but the truth is, this film just doesn't get any better. What many people don't realize is that this film was actually based on a book, and a completely hilarious one, at that. I can't get through a page without physically laughing out loud. It's made for several untimely utterances in places where utterances don't quite belong. Apologies. In any case, find some time to add this one to your respective book list. You won't regret it. Well, you might. But I wouldn't. And definitely take the time to watch it. You'll never be the same.
And remember this is for posterity so be honest,
M
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