What a Toad
Hard to believe that it's been 20 years since the release of The Princess Bride, if only because it hasn't aged a day. Bereft of the pop-culture gags that curdle the Shrek movies and absent the cynicism of most other kids' films used solely to peddle fast food and impulse items, it remains a spellbinding experiencea fractured fairy tale spastic with ironic twitches that melt away beneath the joy and warmth with which Rob Reiner and William Goldman tell their story. And it's even more special because The Princess Bride is one of the few truly great movies that a parent can watch with a young child; never once does the grown-up satire strangle the swashbuckling romance. Better still, there's nothing formulaic or silly about itcharges that Pauline Kael leveled at children's cinema in a mid-'60s essay about how Walt Disney had ruined movies for kids by peddling "pacifiers" to them so their parents could zone out for 90 minutes.
The trailer for Disney's new Enchanted at least suggested that it aspired to Princess Bride greatness; if nothing else, it didn't look like something concocted in a test lab. The premise had promise: Characters from a "vintage" Disney movie suddenly find themselves thrust into our worldTimes Square, to be precise, long a retrofitted, sterilized amusement park anyway. Disney, referencing everything from Fantasia to Toy Story in the advertisements, has sold the film as something both smartly postmodern and decidedly old-fashioned: merry maidens serenade white-collar princes, who joust with MTA buses as wicked witches unleash fire-breathing dragons on midtown high-rises.
But somewhere between conception and execution, what could have been so much smart, sharp fun turned decidedly pedestrian. Director Kevin Lima has made lousy Disney movies before2000's 102 Dalmatians, most recently, one in a long line of unnecessary and loathsome Disney sequels that squeezed every last penny out of those puppies. Enchanted, though, isn't even something to get worked up overnot only because it's so boring, but because it can't even be bothered to adhere to its own internal logic. And while that may not sound like a big dealeven a little nitpickywhen your movie's got but a single gag, you have to tell the joke right.
Enchanted fails from its very first moments, as Julie Andrews (aw . . .) narrates the opening animated sequence about a girl named Giselle (voiced by Amy Adams) who, as she's being dressed by a mélange of woodland critters, pines for a Prince Charming to sweep her off her tired feet. The animation's meant to look oldDisney, circa 1937's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. But instead it looks shabby and shoddyDisney, circa 2002's direct-to-video Cinderella II: Dreams Come True.
Giselle meets and sings with hunky Prince Edward (James Marsden), whose evil mommy, Queen Narissa (Susan Sarandon), is none too pleased about a commoner taking her throne. So the queen, who's also a witch, dispatches Giselle to the Real World, the entranceway to which is a sewer that runs through Times Square. Before long, Giselle, now played by Adams in the flesh, rescues a divorce attorney named Robert (Patrick Dempsey), who has little time for the whimsical or romantic. Which doesn't stop him from taking in Giselle and allowing her to sleep on his couch, in the same apartment he shares with his six-year-old daughter Morgan (Rachel Covey). Because there aren't crazy people running around New York claiming to be princesses. Not at all.
The movie crumbles to teeny bits the next morning, when Giselle summons New York's indigenous wildlifechiefly rats and pigeonsto clean Robert's nasty apartment, just as she'd done in the animated sequence. So the real world is apparently no different than the cartoon one? This obliterates the gag entirely. If a cartoon character can make magic in this world, what's the rush in getting home?
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