“…now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do…”

 

 

 

Two years ago, the woman I was seeing had some female friends over my place for drinks and to watch ‘The Princess Bride’.

 

This collection of guests – ranging from 20 to 13 years younger than I (43 at the time) – played sort of a drinking game with it.

 

It had one rule and it was simple:

 

If you quote the film just prior to said quote’s delivery, you had to drink.

 

 

 

It being more of a “girls’ night”, I elected to work on my own projects instead of participating.

 

Although, I couldn’t resist stepping into the viewing area with my Devil’s Cut in hand to categorically state:

 

“Murdered by pirates is good.”

 

I mention all of this because a statement by commenter ▶ myopia ◀ gave me cause to share some observations I’ve made since that night.

 

 

 

Now, I’ll begin by saying the film is a good one.

 

In fact, it’s excellent (compared to what’s pumped out of the Hollywood cesspool, these days, at least.)

 

However, like so much else, it’s mainly been touted for the boy-girl romance (in fairness, that’s the main storyline) and the almost sanctified response:

 

“As you wish.”

 

 

 

Any blogger in our neck of the woods would now make this post about why it’s so terrible/beta/obsequious/uxorious et al.

 

As my regular readers no doubt expect:

 

I won’t be doing that.

 

Instead, I’ll be focusing men’s eyes on what they should be watching, rather than on what they shouldn’t.

 

 

 

Oddly enough, everything prior to the fight is arguably the best part of the film for men:

 

 

 

I’ll begin.

 

1} “I promise I will not kill you until you reach the top” = Notice both the welcoming of confrontation along with an inherent sense of fairness. Inigo clearly makes no vow to forgo killing the masked man; merely to give him a chance to defend himself. Inigo is confident in his abilities and is eager to test them.

 

2} “I swear on the soul of my father… you will reach the top alive.” = Again, no mercy or quarter is offered; merely fairness. Not only is fairness offered, the oath is kept. Also, Inigo has a task to perform and will perform it. But his way. He will fulfill his duty without being an automaton.

 

3} “You seem a decent fellow; I hate to kill you.” = This line and the cordial conversation preceding it demonstrate another admirable male trait: fulfillment of duty is not personal. Inigo does not look to paint the masked man as deserving of death nor does he find things to loath about the masked man to assuage his own conscience. Inigo – and the masked man – understand circumstances are as they are; in another time, another life, they may easily have been good friends.

 

4} Notice how both men compliment one another as the fight rages. Neither feels less of a man for recognizing the other’s skill. If anything, they realize it makes the confrontation that much more meaningful.

 

 

 

The culmination of Inigo’s subplot follows:

 

 

 

1} Notice the banality of evil. Cheating, underhanded tactics and – ultimately – cowardice.

 

2} “Offer me money… power, too, promise me that… offer me everything I ask for.” = Note carefully what’s actually being said here. Inigo realizes these things – in and of themselves – are largely meaningless without peace of mind. A man can attempt escape in such but ▶ they’ll never conceal him from his demons ◀.

 

3} Lastly, realize how anti-climactic it really is. The victory is relatively swift and – compared to other fights featured – lacking in challenge. This speaks volumes better left pondered than explained.

 

 

 

In closing, the film is an excellent love story.

 

Two of them, in fact.

 

[“I love my father so, naturally, I challenge his murderer to a dual.”]

 

I’m just choosing the one less examined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8♦

8 Responses to ““…now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do…””

  1. This film is a family favorite. And I see I must watch it again once more, with 20 something year old eyes, rather than the younger than 11 I had laid on it before.

    It’s no surprise my Father is rather fond of the film as the rest of my family follows suit.

    I’ll have more thoughts but I think I ought to rewatch the film with two things.

    1. My favorite line in that scene, “Please understand, I hold you in the highest respect”.

    Had Montoya not shown the masked man respect, treated him with fairness, and otherwise a friendly demeanor, that easily would have been his end. And a tragedy.

    2. The first movie quote I ever learned – “Stop rhyming! I mean it!…anybody want a peanut?”

    Wald

  2. Damn – a parting thought right as I finished typing the first comment – excellent choice of title.

    Would that, perchance be a reference to singular pursuit of a particular purpose in life?

    1. Pursuit of tangible goal

    a. Have to start from scratch once goal’s complete and some fulfilment
    b. Not completing goal leaves one feeling a failure

    2. Pursuit of intangible goal (pursuit of endless trim)

    a. Never truly fulfilled
    b. Never truly complete the goal and feel a failure. Or complete the goal and feel a failure because goal is meaningless

    3. Pursuit of eternal goal (being Christ like, trying to overcome one’s baser nature)

    a. Fulfilling life-long
    b. Even if you fail (at times), you can always repent and get back on the path today
    c. At best, you’ll be a saintly fellow, respected by many, but most importantly yourself
    d. At worst, you’ll be a complicated, human character that people would find hard to not sympathize with. At least your gravestone won’t be defaced.

    Wald

  3. Since I was referenced above, vanity demands I bulldog my way in with a comment. Two things:

    1) Westley declares his feelings to Buttercup not with an “I love you”, but “as you wish.” He then waits until when (if) she can read between the lines to know what he means. He never pursues her, he simply makes his feelings known then lets her decide the outcome. Upon his return years later, disguised as the Dread Pirate Roberts, he chastises her, essentially calling her an opportunistic slut for giving up on her true love in planning to marry Prince Humperdinck. He makes her qualify for his love before he reveals himself.

    Her beauty was god-given, but he needed years to master skills in order to become a suitable provider. Westley made sure she deserved his qualities before committing to her.

    2) Goldman’s screenplay is based upon his own book. In the book, it’s the sick boy’s father reading him the story, not the Peter Faulk grandfather. The layers behind this are far deeper (and funnier) than what’s covered in the movie. The father’s devotion to his ill son is the greater story of unconditional love, surpassing the Westley-Buttercup saga that he reads to his boy.

    I’d seen the movie numerous times before I’d read the book, and at first I was put off by it in terms of how far it strayed from the film. Once I was far enough into it however, it quickly overwhelmed what I thought of the movie. Goldman’s a brilliant writer in either genre.

    • Myopia,

      Outstanding take on the film.

      Your point re: the Westley/Buttercup dynamic is succinct, brilliant and dead-on.

      Sincere thanks for “bulldogging” your way into this post.

      I’d do well to mention you more frequently.

      All the best to you & yours,

      A♠

  4. A♠,

    Though he had destroyed 80 Allied planes, the Red Baron was given a full military funeral by Australian troops with honours including a wreath dropped on his airfield. (You probably know this story)

    Even though at times it was to their detriment men lived by a fairly common code. There was a brotherhood of duty and struggle.

    King Saul’s son Jonathan had such a brotherhood with David during the years David was being actively hunted by Saul. Still he accepted the hard fate of perishing alongside his father in battle; he could not do otherwise. David honoured his friend by showing kindness to Jonathan’s son when he ascended the Israelite throne.

    Part of mens’ current disempowerment stems from decades of denigration and even demonization of that brotherhood. Our roles as protectors and fathers have been badly ravaged.

    As I see it, regaining that brotherhood is far more important than learning to interact with women. I see the Manosphere as the embryonic restoration of it. Men must reestablish their sphere apart from womens’, and raise the drawbridge against womens’ input as they get themselves sorted out.

    Big picture: Men regain their economic and spiritual power in the world, and leave it to women to figure out how to interact with it. The ‘restoration of all things’.

    • JD,

      As a WWI “buff” I’m familiar with the story of the Red Baron but I never tire of hearing it.

      Plus, my guess is you have damn near as many readers here as I, so it’s good to spread the tale to others.

      On that note, I’ve been asked why you and myopia don’t have blogs of your own since your comments are such high quality.

      But I’m sure you both have your reasons.

      Regardless, this line of yours has stayed with me for days:

      “Men regain their economic and spiritual power in the world, and leave it to women to figure out how to interact with it. The ‘restoration of all things’.”

      Simply excellent.

      All the best to you,

      A♠

      • A♠,

        The Great War was an immense human tragedy, but most of all it was a male tragedy. An entire generation of young men was wasted because of the hubris of their leaders and social inertia that trained them for a world that nobody realized didn’t exist anymore. Sounds very familiar.

        We have outlived our idealism, and also the loss of our idealism. In that one regard alone we’re far more fortunate. Only our dreams ended up in the cemeteries. We, the dreamers, remain.

        “On that note, I’ve been asked why you and myopia don’t have blogs of your own since your comments are such high quality.”

        I can only speak for myself, but – remember when Deti first appeared on the early blogs? His insights from his own experience were, frankly, explosive. Landmarks lit up in thousands of guys’ minds. To my knowledge he still has no blog of his own but his comments were compiled in a blog by someone else. And we’re all still glad to see when he comments today.

        A blog is like a vine, and I bear no less fruit by being grafted into someone else’s.

        I like the commenters here and I’m happy to be a part of it. Some readers in the background speak up from time to time – Older men full of insight. Young men hungry for wisdom. Probably women wondering what the hell happened to their lives as much as the men are. Drop-ins from other bloggers. I read your stuff for three years before I ever made a comment; I finally just HAD to say something.

        And that isn’t to detract from anyone else’s oeuvre; the ‘sphere is full of brilliant men and I’ve read all their stuff. I just really prefer the vibe here. Like the “Eagle and Child” but it’s a back alley entrance with Harleys outside. Why open a rival when I can just walk in and participate?

        As you’ve stated many times, you’re here forever.

        So am I, my friend.

        Cheers!

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