The Princess Bride is 25? INCONCEIVABLE!
By Karen Ballum on September 26, 2012
As cheesy as it may be, I do find it completely and utterly inconceivable that The Princess Bride is celebrating the 25th anniversary of its release. I mean, sure, I did watch it in elementary school. It was one of those films that appealed to both the boys and girls and none of us complained when we watched it. I remember days when the weather was too foul to go outside for recess, a teacher would roll a television we'd now consider obscenely small into the unused classroom where would would sit on the floor, glued to the adventures of the Dread Pirate Roberts and Princess Buttercup.
We cheered for Andre the Giant. We laughed every time Inigo said, "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." The scene where Westley gets tortured was perhaps the scariest thing we had seen, except for maybe the R.O.U.S. We howled with laughter whenever Miracle Max was on screen. We booed at Prince Humperdinck. And when the Dread Pirate Roberts' true identity is revealed we sighed at the romance. And who could forget just how darned adorable Fred Savage was?
The Princess Bride was our litmus test in college. If a person respond appropriately when asked them to fetch us that pitcher with as you wish they were our people. If they didn't know what iocane powder was, they clearly were lacking something essential. We forced male friends to watch it when they dismissed it as a girl movie. We showed them the magic that was The Princess Bride.
When I discovered the guy was dating had never watched it, I was properly horrified. We were at opposite sides of the world at the time but when we met in the middle for a two week European vacation, I brought my laptop and my beloved The Princess Bride DVD with me just in case we had some down time during our travels. On a rainy, cold, horrible, no good day in Paris when I discovered my wallet and the many, many Euros inside it had been stolen, we sat in our somewhat dumpy hotel room and immersed ourselves in fairy tale magic of The Princess Bride. For a few hours my anxieties were washed away (ok, the French wine helped) as I introduced this world to the man I'd marry a year later.
I have friends who list The Princess Bride as not only one of their favourite films, but one of their favourite books of all time. I haven't not read it yet -- I'm saving it for a special occasion -- but I do own it. It's perhaps the only time I've sought out a movie tie-in cover for a book.
Thank you, The Princess Bride. My childhood was just a little bit more special because of you.
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