I am WILD about how they chose to frame the romance in this movie because, like.
The book doesn’t let them be this sincere. Buttercup is stupid. Wesley doesn’t even seem to like her a lot of the time. There’s this spiteful little bit at the end about how Buttercup will lose her looks in ten years and they’ll immediately fall apart. It’s satire.
But to make the movie, to make it work in this medium, they–and this included Goldman, he was reportedly very involved in the process–went no, no. No one is going to enjoy that. Film is a different animal. The metanarrative is experienced on different terms.
So the movie version of Princess Bride, while still well supplied with genre jokes, wound up with better developed characters and relationships, in a lot of ways–the exact opposite of what you usually get in a movie adaptation–and a fucking classic, and I am never over it.