True Wuv

I don't know what to say today.

Somedays it be that way.

I will say I love The Princess Bride, aka The Revenge Tale of Inigo Montoya.

Seems like a good day to say that.

In a movie full of quotable lines, the ones I like to say the most (even, especially, today) are those morsels of art cooked up by Andre the Giant.

Why are you wearing a mask? Were you burned by acid or something like that?

Maybe it's because I grew up watching the old MSG network in NYC, and every month they'd air a World Wrestling Federation house show live from Madison Square Garden.

And, if I was lucky, it'd get to see Andre.

My way is not very sportsmanlike.

Seeing the Giant as a nice guy (for a Brute Squad member) was a nice surprise for a kid watching him beat up Hulk Hogan.

I didn't appreciate this movie as a love story as a kid. I was fixated on Inigo enacting his vengeance. Having fun storming the castle. To me, it was all about the action.

But it is.

It is a love story.

And, as we say in our home, every story is a love story.

You could call this one a story about true love.

You could call it a story of a son's love for his father.

You could call it a story about a grandfather's love for his grandson.

And you'd be right.

The way this movie ends is not, as we see, how the real deal goes sometimes.

But I'm going to keep this one light.

Out of respect for the fallen and those that remain.

In memory of the gentle sportsman, the awfully misunderstood Vizzini (the character, not the actor!), and the guy that directed them.

Memento vivere, friends.