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Bored with the demands of royalty, Princess Diana v.1 abandons her luxury accommodations to experience normal city life–the opposite fantasy of most girls her age. Instead, she collapses in the streets from exhaustion.
Fortunately, there’s an average Joe named–well, Joe–who takes her in, because he happens to be a respectable human being. Unfortunately, he's also an American, a journalist who recognizes the princess and an opportunity for the biggest story of his career. Which he doesn't tell her.
Hijinks ensue.
They frolic in the city, her for the fun and him for the scoop, at least at first. Then their relationship, rooted in the fertile dung of lies, blossoms into something…more.
It’s a busy day. As “Anya Smith,” the princess adopts Audrey Hepburn's iconic pixie cut, samples gelato, hijacks a moped, crashes a moped, falls into forbidden love. Average Joe strings her along, calls up his photographer buddy to sneak sweet pics, goes with “Anya” to a dance on a boat, starts a brawl at a dance on a boat, and faces a moral dilemma. Meanwhile, the royal entourage panics.
This movie oozes charm. It exemplifies a classic fish-out-of-water yarn with some very lovely fish.
But amid the hilarity lurks the nagging notion that it can’t last. She has royal responsibilities, he has a job. The holiday has to end.
Reality ensues.
The last scene contains the loudest silence, the most meaningful eye contact, that I’ve ever seen in any movie.
Recommended for cheapskate tourists, neglectful journalists, and secretly romantic cynics.
118 minutes.
Hijinks ensue.
They frolic in the city, her for the fun and him for the scoop, at least at first. Then their relationship, rooted in the fertile dung of lies, blossoms into something…more.
It’s a busy day. As “Anya Smith,” the princess adopts Audrey Hepburn's iconic pixie cut, samples gelato, hijacks a moped, crashes a moped, falls into forbidden love. Average Joe strings her along, calls up his photographer buddy to sneak sweet pics, goes with “Anya” to a dance on a boat, starts a brawl at a dance on a boat, and faces a moral dilemma. Meanwhile, the royal entourage panics.
This movie oozes charm. It exemplifies a classic fish-out-of-water yarn with some very lovely fish.
But amid the hilarity lurks the nagging notion that it can’t last. She has royal responsibilities, he has a job. The holiday has to end.
Reality ensues.
The last scene contains the loudest silence, the most meaningful eye contact, that I’ve ever seen in any movie.
Recommended for cheapskate tourists, neglectful journalists, and secretly romantic cynics.
118 minutes.
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