I have a confession: I’m a sucker for fairytales. Yeah, my sarcastic heart secretly likes happily every after of funny, goofy, swashbuckling, magical love. I swear no one likes fairytales as much as I do—not even a Disney princess brat. Be it fairytale books or movies or porn, just give it to me and I’ll gobble it up. I might even cry. *sniffles*
This is the reason why Stardust is my favorite movie of 2007. I choose it over 300 and Bourne Ultimatum. Yep, over His Royal Hotness Gerry Butler and Sexiest Man Alive *snort* Matt Damon. Who cares if they keep saying Tristan when it’s supposed to be Trist*R*an? So what if Captain Shakespeare (played brilliantly by Robert DeNiro) (whom I find absolutely charming—he and his manly men who shout ARRGGG and throw fist salutes at each other are a hoot!) doesn’t exist in the book? I can go on and on how Stardust movie is different from the novel yet I still fell in love with it because it’s sooooo fabulous and a whole lotta fun—but I won’t. *lesigh* It’s not showing anymore and the freakin’ unicorn is still dead.
Er, anywho, there’s a new fairytale movie coming up: Enchanted. It’s about Princess Giselle (Amy Adams) banished by an evil queen (Susan Sarandon) from—oh, just watch this:
Either give in or die...
Sometimes it saddens me that I live in a world where fairytales can’t exist. Is it wrong to want happily ever after? ... I want stardust and fairies, I want true love’s kiss, I want dream come true, I want unicorns flying over the freakin’ rainbow and centaurs who will brush my curly golden hair or maybe a pretty shade of blue. I want enchantment, dammit. I want to be fucking enchanted. If it includes animal sidekicks and gnomes talking and dancing and singing, so be it.
I guess I’m still the awkward little dork who wants Prince Phillip of Sleeping Beauty. I don’t think I’ve ever grown out of it. Or even if I have, deep inside, it’s still within me... it never really goes away.