The Prince and Me, (whose working titles included The Grating Dane, There's Something Rotten in Denmark, and Quick Paycheck for Julia Stiles) is exactly what you would expect. And I would highly recommend it - if you're the type of person willing to pay 8 dollars for a relatively safe place to take a nap. As I dozed through this Stiles plays the detached and aloof, too-busy-with-important-matters to be bothered by boys jalopy of a vehicle, I thought to myself, "y'know when you pay for almost any product that doesn't work, the people who sold it to you are almost always willing to refund your money as long as you can produce a receipt?" As expensive as a movie is these days, this concept should also apply at the Multiplex. The Prince and Me absolutely did not work, not for one minute, so why shouldn't I just step up and politely ask for my money back?

The reason theaters don't play by these time-honored rules, is because of a little catch 22 called, "What did you expect, Casablanca? It's a Julia Stiles movie?" At that point the best you can hope for is a free refill on your 4 dollar Diet Pepsi. I went into this film with the lowest expectations humanly possible and I was still terribly let down. I smiled once, and the rest of the time I alternated between, looking around the theater to see if there might be someone there whom I might want to talk to, glancing down at my wrist just in case I might have mistakenly purchaced a watch and fighting off slumber. There have been films where the Julia Stiles bit has worked for me, Ten Things I Hate About You or whatever, was a nice introduction to Julia's shtick. However, this is tired, formulaic, frustrating, boring and pat. The Prince and Me is not only a Wait-for-video affair it's a wait until it's in the cheap section of the video-store affair period