It’s a bit funny for me to write a review of The Princess Bride, considering it’s a favorite film in our household, one which gets watched often and can be quoted in large chunks. But until this past weekend I had never seen it in the theaters, unless my parents took me as a three year old when it originally came out (which I doubt). It’s obviously a cult classic, and I watched it for years on TV before ever purchasing a copy of it. I’ve read the book, and I have a tendency to take name tags which say “Hello, my name is…” at the top and filling in the rest of the tag with “Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” So how can I even possibly review a film I adore, which I’ve seen countless times? Instead, you’re going to get some scattered thoughts about the film, particularly what it was like seeing it on the screen for the first time.
Not Exactly a Review: The Princess Bride
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