THE EMPIRE MASTERPIECE
The Princess Bride
ROB REINER’S FANTASY FLICK IS A MASTERPIECE? INCONCEIVABLE!
WORDS HELEN O’HARA
Westley (Cary Elwes) and Buttercup (Robin Wright) meet very cute
THE ’80s FANTASY boom turned out to be more of a bust. But between the twee likes of Legend and the overblown prog-rock knock-offs like Krull, there is at least one genuine treasure. Rob Reiner’s The Princess Bride is a comic delight and a subversive fairy tale that’s been much imitated (Shrek, Ella Enchanted) but never bettered. Sometimes the stars just align —or perhaps it’s testament to the unstoppable power of true love.
The story is admittedly hokey. A farm girl called Buttercup (Robin Wright) agrees to marry a prince after her boyfriend, Westley (Cary Elwes), goes off to seek his fortune and is lost to pirates. Then she’s kidnapped by three ne’er-dowells at the prince’s command, and rescued by a mysterious man in black —who turns out to be her long-lost fella, something he reveals by saying, “As you wish,” his own personal code for “I love you.” The lovers and kidnappers team up to take down the prince and save the day, before riding off into the sunset. Throw in some duels, some monsters, a giant, a little light torture and the greatest revenge mission since Captain Ahab and you’re onto something; add in some selfaware sass and you have a unique sort of magic.