+1. If the filmmaker had to mess with Buttercup’s characterization and make her less dumb but still “feminine”, they could have taken inspiration from Russian folk tales about “Vasilisa the Brave”.
I appreciate your bringing this up. It’s been so long since I’d seen the film. That said, what I wanted Buttercup to tell Westley was, “This marriage is not my choice. I’m being forced into it.”
LOL! Okay, I get it now. Thanks for bringing it up.
Except she wasn’t being forced into it at first, it was mostly “Hey the prince likes me, he’s got money, and Westley is dead, so I’ll never love again, so why not?” The Prince’s sleezy nature wasn’t exactly in the open at that point.
But yes, there is a fair bit of blame on both of them.
The Matrix. Went from unable to understand what the hell they were talking about, to understanding the story, to watching enough times so I am able to recite whole scenes along with the actors. Enough! My own fault, because it’s been on TV so many times and I always said, hey, Matrix, cool! and sat there and watched it again. One too many times.
I used up It’s a Wonderful Life the first year or two it was on TV incessantly.
The Wizard of Oz, just from the many times I saw it on TV over the years starting in the 1960s.
Last year I used up The Ten Commandments. I sat down and watched it (as opposed to just having it on in the background while I websurfed) the last time it was on our local ABC station in 720p. I said to myself, “I don’t have to see that again.”
I’ve nearly used up 3 of my favorites (which I have on DVD): Becket, A Man For All Seasons, Fantasia.
I rented Rocky Horror once. Gad, that’s a dreadful flick. Without the crown interaction, it’s already used up.
I used up Raiders of the Lost Ark as well. Somewhere along the line the implicit religiousity now really irks me. Plus the point about the submarine ride. And likely a few other details.
Peter Jackson’s megalithic treatment of The Lord of the Rings. I loved the books, I loved the movies (and just rolled with PJ’s liberties without criticism). I still admire the work, the cinematography, the epic-ness, the FX, and the immersion. But, and maybe it’s because I never have the time to dedicate to a 3-4 hour movie without thinking of some other thing I ought to be doing, I fail to get sucked into the flicks anymore. It bugs me. It’s like building a drug tolerance to the point where you just can’t get high anymore.
I enjoyed E.T. when it first came out, but it only took a couple of subsequent viewings to “use it up.” If I watch it today, it just seems infuriatingly cloying.