When I was little I walked in on my parents watching a show together. It was a period drama so it was kind of weird that my dad was watching it, too. I can’t remember if it was in French or English (my mother was watching so I think English, but it might have had subtitles) but Meo told me that the movie was called La Reine D’Autruche.
I spent the whole fucking movie waiting for the Queen of the Ostriches to show up.
It was awful and campy and that old timey brand of over acted and boring but I was holding out for the moment when that prissy simp at the prince’s feet gazing at him in bovine adoration FINALLY TURNED INTO A GIANT BIRD.
I felt so goddamn cheated.
My parents laughed and laughed when I told them.