by Anne Walls
It started in childhood, of course. Everything does.
The year: 1987.
The film: THE PRINCESS BRIDE.
Starring: Cary Elwes…and his steamy British accent.
Oh that melodious accent. It was scintillating. It was fatal. It was official: I was obsessed. From that moment on, I’ve considered myself an accent connoisseur (pronounced with the proper French intonation which evokes thoughts of sweet nothings whispered in a darkened chateau whilst clutching Bordeaux in vintage stemware). I love accents both thick and light, both guttural and pleasant-sounding. European, Australian, even Southern. Accents are music to my ears.