It's almost so terrible that it's amazing, but not quite.
Also, they somehow managed to make my beautiful Dread Pirate Roberts look like a real dweeb, so...that's certainly some kind of accomplishment.
She rejects a very nice Richard E. Grant, a very handsome Viggo Mortensen, a Martin Donovan who, ok, is her cousin and dying of consumption (but looking very hot). "I shall never marry!" she proclaims.
Dear Reader, one Grand Tour later and she marries John Malkovich. And the performance he gives does nothing to illuminate this choice. He is not charming or kind. He is a dead-eyed monster.
Maybe the book makes this more understandable, but I just COULD NOT.…