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Crushin’

Do you have a celebrity crush?

A writer on CollegeCandy.com was reminiscing about the celebrity crushes she had during her teenage years.  She’s a bit younger than I am, so she was extolling the virtues of such man-boy flesh as Leo DiCaprio, Justin Taylor Thomas, and Ralph Macchio.

Not exactly my cup of joe (but ya gotta love her montage).

I’m sure my teenage crush list would make her cringe, too.  I went through a big Bay City Rollers phase as a child.  (That’s a band, for you younguns.)  I was also enamored with Shaun Cassidy and Parker Stevenson during my “Hardy Boys” period.   (I liked Parker at the start of the show and, by the end of the series, had transferred my affections to Shaun.  Teenage girls can be so fickle.)

Once I saw “The Princess Bride” movie in college, it was all-Cary Elwes, all-the-time.  (I finally met him face-to-face earlier this year; you can read about it on The Egg.)

What surprised me most about the CollegeCandy piece was the tone — an almost pink-cheeked, embarrassed wisdom.

“Look at how silly I acted back then” the writer seemed to say.  “How I mooned over celebrities when I was young and impressionable.  Now that I’m older and wiser, I have outgrown the need for such childhood fantasies.”

Not me.

Especially now that I am older, and have endured many of life’s not-so-fun realities  first-hand, celebrity crushes are a welcome respite from the daily grind.

Are they an escape?  You betcha.  Do I enjoy them?  And how!   Is it unhealthy?  I don’t see why.

The real world still has me firmly in its grasp.  What’s wrong with my peering through its fingers from time-to-time and gazing into the light?  Sometimes that light comes from a movie screen; sometimes from the TV.  Sometimes from sports or politics or wherever.  But it’s always someone larger than life.  And better looking.  And just plain fun to imagine.

Oh yeah.  That’s better.

As you wish

When I was a sophomore in college, my mom came to campus for a weekend visit, and we decided to go to the movies on Saturday night.  I can remember agonizing over what we would see together.

It couldn’t be too sexy, or have a lot of bad language.  I had to be really careful about the subject matter, too.  (You would have thought my mom was in grade school.)

I ended up choosing a ‘compromise film’ — a movie that wasn’t necessarily at the top of my list, but that I didn’t think would offend my mom.  And it ended up being one of our favorites of all time — the amazingly wonderful, ever-so-classic “The Princess Bride.”

I ended up seeing “The Princess Bride” in the theater about seven or eight times.  I kept taking friends back to see it (plus, movies were a lot cheaper back then).  I thought a movie that funny and sweet and smart and one-of-a-kind should be experienced by everyone…and I certainly did my part to get butts in the seats.

I also had a huge girly crush on Cary Elwes, who played Westley.  “As you wish.”  Sigh.

For Christmas that year, I got “The Princess Bride” movie (on VHS), the soundtrack (it was an actual LP record), the poster, the book — you name it.  I was all “Princess Bride” all the time.

And today — this very afternoon, in fact — I have the opportunity to meet Cary Elwes in person.  He’s appearing at New York Comic Con at the Javits Center.

He’s older and heavier, and he’s promoting those horrendous “Saw” movies that you would have had to pay me to sit through…but still.

Cary Elwes.  Here…in New York City.  And I may actually get to speak to him.

Inconceivable!

Update:  Success!!!


One more time

Is there ever too much of a good thing?

I say ‘yes’ when it comes to food.  I’ve definitely eaten too many Cheetos in one sitting, and they are pretty much my favorite thing in the world.  Same goes with candy.  Too many Hot Tamales or Milk Duds or Whoppers at one time, and it can turn me off of them for, gosh, almost a week.

And I think we all know that too much of the demon brew can turn on you with painful results in less than 24 hours.

But can you ever watch a really good movie too many times?

I say a loud, resounding ‘no.’

And I’m not talking about the often dark, depressing Oscar winners.  Films like “Million Dollar Baby” and “The English Patient” — while very deserving of the award — are just too painful to sit through the second time around.

No, I mean the “B level” films — the ones made without awards in mind.  They simply entertain the audience with a great story…those films I can watch again and again and again.

And I have.

This morning, for instance, I watched “The Rookie” with Dennis Quaid for the umpteenth time…and cried for the umpteenth time.  I have “Sense and Sensibility” and “Pride and Prejudice” (the Knightley/MacFadyen version) saved on my DVR for lunch time viewing.  I can watch “Just Friends,” “Notting Hill,” “The Namesake,” “The Princess Bride,” and “Elf”  — just to name a few — time and time again, and they just keep getting better.

And no hangover — bonus.