And here’s where the little kudos and blog-image I’ve built over the years goes right out the window: The Princess Bride is one of my most favourite films of all time. Don’t let the title confuse you, or the fact that it looks like a fairy tale: it’s got wordplay and swordplay. It’s got women and one liners. It’s got the World’s Best Drinker and Billy Crystal. It’s got Rodents Of Unusual Size and sort of dead.
In short, it rawks. Even if it is about saving a princess from a terrible marriage.
However, there was a terrible oversight in my awareness of Bride. For I’d not read the book. A terrible, terrible thing, and only just corrected. And just as well, for the book is even better.
The title sheet says:
What’s it about? Fencing. Fighting. True Love. Strong Hate. Harsh Revenge. A Few Giants. Lots of Bad Men. Lots of Good Men. Five or Six Beautiful Women. Beasties Monstrous and Gentle. Some Swell Escapes and Captures. Death, Lies, Truth, Miracles, and a Little Sex.
In short it’s about everything.
If, on the odd chance, you’ve not read it, high thee hence and get to it. As I once had no excuse, now you have none.
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