I hadn’t seen Coming to America for years, so when I saw it on last night as I was flipping around, I paused. I remember enjoying the movie, but I couldn’t recall why. (Part of it was my brother’s uncanny ability to say “That’s beautiful, what is that…velvet?” just exactly right.)
What surprised me about the movie was the overall moral of the story – here’s this prince who can literally have anything he wants, and is, in fact, given a wife who’s been raised to know everything about him and to serve him. I have a problem with this, and so does the prince. He doesn’t want to be forced into marriage with a woman who quite literally cannot think in any way other than how to please him. If he is to be with someone, he wants her to have a mind of her own, who has proven herself intelligent and capable of challenging him along with herself. So he goes in search of said person.
There were, of course, things glaringly wrong with the movie, but I was SO pleased with this overall message that I was much more forgiving of those things.