
This is a very good version of Cinderella.
Beyond this, and every time, it all culminates in the end. In the three lovely sentences from the narrator, the old lady with the comforting voice. She says,
"My great-great grandmother's portrait hung in the university up until the Revolution. By then the truth of romance had been reduced to a simple fairy tale. And while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived."
Cue dramatic music. Cue French countryside. (Maybe.) Cue the implication of years and years of family history. Cue one tear. (Yes, this is always true.)
As long as I'm admitting that some movies elicit one tear, and one tear only, I will tell you that this was true of 'The Notebook' as well. But the major difference there was that I didn't like The Notebook. I thought it was stupid. The main character annoyed me. In the theater, I forced out one tear because every one else around me was sobbing. And I felt momentarily heartless.
With 'Ever After' I get chills every time because I like talk about people who truly live. And the people who wrote this story chose the right words. And that is good too.
Happy rainy day.
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