Rob Reinerâ€™s 1987 film The Princess Bride represents that most remarkable of rarities: an excellent movie based on an excellent book. Typically the handling of a fine book is fumbled en route to the silver screen, and on a few rare occasions the film is a marked improvement. But in the case of The Princess Bride, both William Goldmanâ€™s 1973 book and Reinerâ€™s film offer an easily loveable, engaging adventure story with a brightly funny, smartly satiric bent. It certainly must have helped that Goldman â€“ who wrote the book in response to his two daughters, one requesting a story about a princess, the other a bride â€“ happens to be a well-established screenwriter, and adapted his own novel for the screen. And it couldnâ€™t have hurt that all of the casting is spot-on. As The Princess Brideâ€™s hero Westley, Cary Elwes doesnâ€™t only look the part (with, as the novel specifies, â€œpale blonde hairâ€ and â€œeyes like the sea after a stormâ€), but also possesses the wit and bravado essential to bringing the character to life. Then-newcomer Robin Wright shines as Princess Buttercup, imbuing the character with a noble bearing that few other young actresses could and sharing considerable chemistry with Elwes; and there are fine turns by Mandy Patinkin, Wallace Shawn, Christopher Guest, Chris Sarandon, and others in supporting roles. As the giant Fezzik, Andre the Giant was literally the best person on earth for his role.