This movie is based upon the book series of the same name, but the similarities are so few, it can hardly be considered an adaptation. Where the book was witty, knowing, and hilarious, this movie has retained hardly any of these aspects and is instead unoriginal and uninspired. The movie survives mostly on star Anne Hathaway's charm, even as she goes through numerous sight gags that are way too obvious to be funny. And while the casting of regal Julie Andrews as a queen may seem like a match made in Disney heaven, she actually is the opposite of the way the queen is depicted in the book, who is described as a chain-smoking hag who has eyeliner permanently tatooed on her eyelids, and who has no qualms about telling her granddaughter that she looks like a prostitute. The weakest link of the movie is Garry Marshall, the director. He simply has no eye for what is now, and instead makes the movie a retread of all his previous films. (To nit-pick, even the choice of headphones and sunglasses that Anne Hathaway wears in the movie's poster looks like something that was bought way back in 1991.) The original novel is by no means a great work of fiction, but had it been faithfully adapted, it would have made for a much more interesting movie.