Director: Garry Marshall
Writer: Gina Wendkos
Producers: Whitney Houston, Mario Iscovich
Anne Hathaway as Mia Thermopolis, Julie Andrews as Clarisse Renaldi, Hector Elizondo as Joe
And last, but definitely not the least of unbelievable moments for me, came during a scene in which Hathaway’s character accidentally backs her car into a San Fran tram, causing major damage, and without a driver’s license to boot. So what happens? Not much. Her “queen” mother essentially bullshits her way out of any responsibility and teaches kids that as long as you’re rich and powerful, you can drive without a license, crash into trams and get a lift to your next destination in a cop car afterwards. Blech. Pretty idiotic. But thankfully, the whole movie isn’t all that “Disney”. It certainly does send the good message about the “inside” being more important than the “outside” and about kids feeling more comfortable with themselves, but I personally, didn’t really learn anything new in here, and I really doubt that anyone else will either (unless they haven’t seen any movies before). It is however, harmless, and packed with MTV tunes whenever moments start to drag, and the proverbial Marshall acting tag-team of Larry Miller and Hector Elizondo are back to play their respective goofy, over-the-top and steady right-hand man characters, once again. But give it up to both Hathaway and Andrews for sparking some chemistry within all of the trite, and to the next door neighbor for being the only real “comedic” element in a film which relies more on clumsiness and pratfalls to get laughs, then actual well-written humorous dialogue. Not for me, friends.
Oh yeah, it’s also pretty funny to see how unbelievable some of the G-rated dialogue is in this movie, like when one of the high school girls purposely slaps a cone of ice cream on another girl’s dress, and the only thing that the latter chick can say is “You are a freak!” No honey, what you meant to say is, like most “real” high school kids: “You f-in’ bitch!” But that’s not Disney and that’s not “wholesome”, so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist. Ugh. Whatever. Too saccharine for my taste.