I made the decision today to go with a friend and her three-year-old to “The Princess Diaries.” Maybe not a decision on the order of Nixon deciding to break into the Watergate, but unfortunate nonetheless. So here’s my review:
Longest. Movie. Ever.
Epochs came and went while this cinematic blancmange unspooled itself. Empires rose and fell. Rip Van Winkle could not have slept through this entire movie. I emerged blinking from the darkness of the theater, wondering, “What year is it?” Its blandness is first slightly charming, then annoying, then you suffocate as if Snuggle himself is holding your airway closed with his evil furry paws. Not recommended.
Yeah but what did the three year old think?
She loved it, despite saying “When is she going to be a princess?” about 5,210 times, perhaps slightly alienating those theatergoers around us.