Spencer: A Movie Review of a Fable Based on a True Tragedy.

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The paparazzi portrayed Princess Diana as the royal glam girl. With her perfectly good looks and innate zest for life, the beautiful princess indulged the world with vibrant charm and grace. Just for a brief moment in time. For the princess was to be taken away from the world, in a nightmare of an accident no one wants to wake up to and accept. It was ages ago when that happened, almost a quarter of a century now. Yet everyone who watched the glam girl holds her with fondness in the heart. Now comes a movie, a work of fiction that has been based on a few days of Princess Diana's Christmastime. Essayed by Kirstin Stewart who has such an uncanny semblance to the late princess, the fable opens with a convoy of seemingly armored cars on its way to a castle. Lo and behold, the crates delivered contained fresh food, fruits and vegetables - for the royal family's dinners. The cars rolled on England's thoroughfares, with the image of a dead pheasant on the foreground. Another car, top down, was driven by the princess in a colored, checkered coat, and the princess was lost in the hills. From afar, she saw a scarecrow, the jacket of which she took as she walked to her destination. The beginning of a soul-searching that defined her person that subsequently yielded a genuine character sweet and vibrant, gracious, kind, and strong. The walk-in refrigerator was a revelation, as well as the number of chefs preparing for a royal dinner. Ironic that with all the good food and splendor, the princess was afflicted with bulimia that reduced her to an anorexic appearance. A condition aggravated by a feeling of being asphyxiated as her spouse ordered her to draw the curtains and assume a second self for the country. There was nowhere to go and no one to talk to. The corridors of the palace lead from one empty room to nowhere. As in a horror thriller, the music was haunting. And the princess had hallucinations as she imagined her self much like the Anne Boleyn who was ordered decapitated by Henry VIII, so he could take another wife. Why the title Spencer? Because the princess is a Spencer. She not only has the perfectly good looks but also the resolve that hails from the bloodline. A trait she passes on to her sons who, in the fabled film, were still children, and the reasons Diana stood her grounds as a mother, even if she has to sacrifice her self. Spencer is not a bio, Spencer is a fable you keep tonight as you grapple what angst and pathos mean.