I’ve seen it. You’ve seen it. (Just about) everyone has seen it.
The Princess Bride has got to be one of America’s most beloved comedies. Adapted from William Goldman’s 1973 novel of the same title, the film is framed as an old man reading the book to his grandson.
Princess Buttercup (Robin Wright) has fallen for her farm boy Westley (Cary Elwes), but when he is presumed dead, she is set to marry the pompous and pouty Prince Humperdink. When Westley returns from the dead, he must team up with Fezzik (Andre the Giant) the kind giant and Inigo (Mandy Patinkin) the drunken Spaniard to rescue Buttercup in the name of true love.
One quality of The Princess Bride that stands out in particular is the overall light-hearted tone that it maintains throughout. Even though the film has its dark moments, the atmosphere is rarely dour or cynical. Characters smile throughout much of the film, even when dueling at the top of a cliff or matching whits under threat of death. This is a movie where the viewer feels the joy and adventure that the characters feel
“Is this a kissing book?” the kid asks, and yes, it is. It’s one of my favorite kissing books, movies, or whatever else. In fact, I like to call The Princess Bride one of the all-time greatest chick flick; romance bookends the whole story and moves the plot forward. This is a rare film that doesn’t really have a target demographic, and a person’s ability to enjoy it is entirely up to them. The story is engaging, the characters are lovable, and the entire experience is truly unforgettable.
I’ve managed to not quote the film even once in this review, and believe me, that wasn’t easy.