A rather childish blend
of comedy, romance and the unearthing of morals and prejudices,
Penelope tells the story of a horribly disfigured woman searching
for a mythical cure to a monstrous curse. Essentially a reversed
Beauty and the Beast, the film manages to be delightful occasionally,
but as revolting as a pig-faced child during much of the character
development and progression of romance.
When a misguided Wilhern blueblood falls in love with a common
woman and then backs out of a marriage to save his noble name,
the distraught girl commits suicide. Her furious mother (who is
conveniently a witch) places a curse on the first baby girl to
be born into the bloodline. After generations of nothing but male
heirs to the sizeable estate, Penelope (Christina Ricci) is finally
born, a girl with the cursed ears and nose of a pig. Penelope
is locked away and raised alone – her parents constantly
worried about how the cruel outside world might react to her abnormalities.
While some believe in the legend and others do not, Penelope’s
only hope of undoing her hideous bovine appendages is to find
a fellow blueblood that will love and accept her as she is.
As she learns to live with constant rejection, her parents struggle
to keep her away from the media and from other people, first by
faking her death, and then by holing her away in their luxurious
mansion. To preserve the wealth in the family, her parents attempt
to marry her off with a huge dowry, but suitor after suitor runs
away in terror. One-eyed photographer Lemon (Peter Dinklage) uses
sniveling blueblood Edward Vanderman (Simon Woods) and down-on-his-luck
gambler Max Campion (James McAvoy) to get a picture of the pig-girl
for use in his newspaper. When Penelope runs away, Max finds himself
falling for her when no one else can bear to look in her direction.
They should have made Christina Ricci uglier; she was better-looking than almost everyone I know even with the pig nose and ears.