Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Saved the best for last...

The fourth and final movie I watched this weekend (hey, I had to sleep some time, didn't I?) was an enjoyable family film called Penelope.

Penelope is the heiress of a wealthy, blue-blood family and the victim of the family curse. Born with the face of a pig, the curse can only be broken when she is loved by "one of her own kind." Hidden away from society, she is wooed by a string of blue-blood bachelors through a two-way mirror who are enamored with Penelope and her sizeable dowry. But every time they meet Penelope face-to-face, they run screaming and have to be chased down and legally bound by a gag order to prevent them from revealing the carefully guarded details of Penelope's appearance.

One day, a terrified suitor manages to outrun the butler and blabs to the world about Penelope, embellishing the details to that of a horror-story monster. When his claims are declared ludicrous, he attempts to prove his claims by teaming up with Lemon, a mishevious and eager tabloid reporter who has been trying to get a photograph of Penelope for years. Together, they recruit Max Campion, a down-on-his-luck blue-blood gambler who has gambled away his family inheritance. But Max isn't all that he appears to be ... and Penelope finds that she is more than she ever thought she was.

This is a great movie for all members of the family. It is witty and funny and has some twists and turns to keep you guessing. It headlines Christina Ricci, James McAvoy, Catherine O'Hara and Reese Witherspoon, who was also the leading producer of the film. I give it a 9.75/10. I can't give it a full 10 simply because I am a guy and nothing got blown up in the entire film.

Here is an enjoyable quote from when Max and Penelope and first meet:


[Having seen Max place a book under his jacket with the intent to steal it]
Penelope: There are three hundred and twenty-six first editions in that room. Of those, three hundred are worth over fifty thousand, a dozen or so are worth over twenty-five thousand and I'm afraid there's only one that's valued under a hundred.
Max: Only one, huh?
Penelope: A little novel, written by a little nobody that never amounted to anything.
Max: You don't say, under a hundred?
Penelope: I'm afraid so, and I'm afraid that means that it's time for [interrupted]
Max: But your favorite just the same.




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