ā€œAs you wish.ā€


šŸ’ A Safe Bet in an Unsafe World

Whenever someone asks my favorite movie, I usually say The Princess Bride. It’s a safe bet—classic enough to earn respect, whimsical enough to avoid debate. The truth is, I don’t actually know what my favorite movie is. It changes with the weather, the mood, the moon. But this one? It’s always near the top because it feels like home base—a story that reminds me why I fell in love with storytelling in the first place.

The Princess Bride is equal parts fairy tale and parody, stitched together with sincerity so pure it somehow transcends cynicism. It’s satire that believes in love. Fantasy that winks without ever sneering. The perfect balance of irony and heart.


āš”ļø The Romance of Ridiculousness

Every line of this movie is a quotable spell. ā€œInconceivable!ā€ ā€œHello, my name is Inigo Montoyaā€¦ā€ ā€œHave fun storming the castle!ā€ It’s cinematic comfort food, seasoned with cleverness and served with a side of chaos.

But beneath the banter is something quietly profound: the idea that love—real, enduring love—doesn’t need to be perfect to be true. Westley and Buttercup are dramatic, stubborn, and occasionally absurd. Yet their devotion holds. It’s love as persistence, not performance.

The story opens in skepticism and ends in surrender. We laugh, we roll our eyes, and somewhere between the sword fights and rodents of unusual size, we start to believe again.


🌹 The Sweetness of Memory

I’ve been to several Princess Bride special events, but my favorite was the Q&A with Cary Elwes. He was every bit as charming as you’d hope—gracious, witty, and genuinely kind. Meeting him felt like shaking hands with nostalgia itself.

There’s something grounding about seeing the faces behind the fairy tale. It’s a reminder that even the most magical stories are made by people—tired, human, beautifully flawed people—who dared to believe that whimsy still matters.


🪶 Happily Ever After(ish)

At its heart, The Princess Bride is a story about storytelling. About how love and adventure and loss are all part of the same tangled thread—and how the retelling of them keeps us alive.

It doesn’t promise that life will be fair or endings neat. It promises that there will always be someone, somewhere, willing to listen. And sometimes, that’s enough.

So no, I don’t know what my favorite movie is. But this one? This one never fails to feel right.


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