When I read the local paper's review of this movie, I was leery, especially at the mention of "medieval malls" and musical numbers. But my daughter is a big fan of the book, and I promised I would take her to see it. Be careful what you promise.
The book has a clever premise. Ella is given a "gift" by a fairy godmother--the gift of obedience. She must do whatever someone tells her. Fortunately, only Ella and her faithful house fairy know about this. The rest of the story roughly follows the story of Cinderella, but with Ella as a more resourceful heroine than the typical fairy tale damsel in distress.
This movie takes that basic premise, and the characters set forth in the book, and pretty much runs it own way with it, with disastrous results. When Viveca Fox showed up as Lucinda, I knew we were in trouble, and it just got worse. It's as if the producers decided you couldn't make a movie aimed at young girls without throwing in shopping malls, teen idols, or fart jokes. Loosely based on the book is about the only way you could describe this piece of garbage. It looked like rape to me. If I were the author, I'd be suing. I haven't wanted to walk out of a theatre this badly since the godawful "Neverending Story."
Read the book, and let this film die the quiet death it deserves.
The book has a clever premise. Ella is given a "gift" by a fairy godmother--the gift of obedience. She must do whatever someone tells her. Fortunately, only Ella and her faithful house fairy know about this. The rest of the story roughly follows the story of Cinderella, but with Ella as a more resourceful heroine than the typical fairy tale damsel in distress.
This movie takes that basic premise, and the characters set forth in the book, and pretty much runs it own way with it, with disastrous results. When Viveca Fox showed up as Lucinda, I knew we were in trouble, and it just got worse. It's as if the producers decided you couldn't make a movie aimed at young girls without throwing in shopping malls, teen idols, or fart jokes. Loosely based on the book is about the only way you could describe this piece of garbage. It looked like rape to me. If I were the author, I'd be suing. I haven't wanted to walk out of a theatre this badly since the godawful "Neverending Story."
Read the book, and let this film die the quiet death it deserves.
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