My mission in life redefined
Thanks to the good people at The Disney Channel, I’ve finally seen The Princess Diaries. Those of you who know me or have been reading this blog will know why I’ve been wanting to see this movie: Because I have come to the completely objective opinion that I love the films star, Anne Hathaway, and that she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
But I’d never seen her act, never having seen any of her films (most of them being made for 15-year-old-girls, and you know, it’d just be icky). My love is based purely on talk show appearances where she certainly seems to be smart and funny, and of course, that whole most beautiful woman in the world thing.
Now comes the moment of truth: How did I like the movie that made “my” Anne a star among the Teen Choice Awards crowd?
Well, as a movie, it’s below average, with Garry Marshall’s too-familiar directing tricks both good and bad and a script that is merely servicable (and badly serviced).
But “my” Anne has that movie star thing going on, the eye falls on her naturally and is inclined to stay. And damnit, pretty girls who can play comedy rule my world, and Hathaway can. She’s the next Julia Roberts just waiting for the right role.
If only I knew someone, a writer perhaps, with a knack for writing women’s roles who could write her a good part in a good film, and with whom she could then fall in love and raise three children.
I am completely rational about this. I’m not even going to point out that there was once another Anne Hathaway who was married to a playwright. That would be silly.
