i don’t CARE how dreamy chris pine is the entire second princess diaries filme is unrealistic DRIVEL and does not deserve to be spoken about in the same BREATH as the first movie……….. mia thermopolis would NEVER have broken up with michael moscovitz the very idea of it shoud make us all SHUDDER it is the VERY DEFINITION of irresponsible filmmaking to even SUGGEST that mia would just FORGET about the man who SAW HER WHEN SHE WAS INVISIBLE!!!!!! i cannot BELIEVE the AUDACITY of some of you and frankly
So your friends and parents say you have a tendency to drift off while in conversations.
Okay, I'll give you a word, tell me what the first thing comes to your mind.
The Hunger Games
Percabeth in Tartarus. Malec breakup, Michael moving to Japan, Finnick dying, Tris dying, Literally every Nicholas sparks book, Robert Langdon losing his watch, No one dying in Twilight, Remus, Hedwig, Dobby, Sirius, everyone dying, Jeff atkins deserved better..... *breaks down*
wikipedia is incredible like I just found out that nic cage, sofia coppola, and michael moscovitz from the princess diaries are all first cousins I don’t know what to do with this information but I have it
I understand that Princess Diaries 2 is to Wonder Woman for Chris Pine as Dirty Dancing 2 is to Rogue One for Diego Luna: the precursor to the big hit featuring a super young baby face, tropey plot, SWELLS of MUSIC, great chemistry, not really good but with LOTS OF FEELINGS!!!
But guys. I did not read all 10+ books in the Princess Diaries series only for the films to dump Michael after ONE MOVIE.
There’s a reason Mia’s dad was killed off in “The Princess Diaries” movies — and it’s because of Dame Julie Andrews
If you grew up in the 2000s, chances are you definitely wished your long-lost grandmother would suddenly arrive in town and reveal you were secretly a princess in an adorable little European country called Genovia. The dream. The 2001 film The Princess Diaries and its 2004 sequel had us all wishing we were Mia Thermopolis.
The celebrated author recently revealed to Entertainment Weekly that she was surprised when Disney told her they wanted to write out one of her main characters. That is, until she heard why.
“[Mia’s father] plays a big role in the books,” She explained to EW. “I was like, ‘Oh, oh, my God, what did he do [for Disney to kill him off]?’ And they said, ‘Well, we have this actress, who’s a really big actress, that we want to play the grandmother. And we wanna make her role much bigger, and kinda raise the stakes, and give her a lot more lines, and we think we can give her a lotta the dad lines.’ And I was like, ‘Well who’s the actress?’ And they were like, ‘Julie Andrews.’ I was like, ‘Oh my God, kill the dad.’ I was like, it’s Julie Andrews, sure.”
We totally would have done the same if Julie Andrews wanted to star in a movie based on a book we wrote. Andrews’ role as Queen Clarisse is definitely one of the most quotable and memorable roles from the film — Lilly Moscovitz excluded.
Inspired by “This Side of Paradise” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Harry knew a lot about her, and most of the times it was truly a blessing. No man in the world understood her as well as he did, and he cherished every word she uttered about herself since everything she had was his. Her reason to laugh, her will to life, it was all his and he basked in the knowledge of this fact everyday. He decided on this during a fleeting reflection moment when forcibly dragging her flailing, intoxicated limbs to his bedroom where she would lay for the night. At this moment, they were two strangers and life had thrusted them against each other, but he didn’t seem to mind and he prayed she didn’t either. Her hair was soft like the ancient silks from the Egyptians which he had learned when he removed her sweaty tendrils away from her face. Her arms and legs fanned out like an eagle on his mattress, evidently leaving no room for him to slumber on, however as he began to retreat out of his room, his legs glued themselves to the floor, eyes trained on her.
There was no gem, crystal, or diamond that could amount to this alarmingly beautiful goddess under his covers, concealing her bare shoulders and prominent collarbones. Mouth ajar, earth shaking snores were released from her tiny body. That tiny body that held nothing but love for her favorite writers and poets - he could list them, he really could - and flowers she had researched on multiple occasions after reading Hamlet. Roses swore allegiance while dandelions displayed affection for one’s kin. Somewhere along the weeks he had gotten familiar with her, he concluded that she was the prettiest flower there could ever be.