Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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3 Comments:Don't worry too much about the next generation, Bess. This version sparked a real rise in sales of the book, so at least a few of them will "get it."
Judy Dench is okay as Lady Catherine, though certainly no better than Barbara Leigh-Hunt was in the BBC version. Sadly, no character has much screen time except Mr. & Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, so her opportunity to sink teeth into juicy role was minimal. And of course, the have Lady Catherine arrive at Longbourne in the middle of the night, dragging everyone out of bed, instead of in the daytime, when she can really critique the house. god knows why the writer/producer/director thought that was a better scene than that delightful one in the "very pretty sort of wilderness", but I never shall.
Yes, yes, take your last day for play and then come home from a day and just vent it all.... Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, January 16, 2006 Lawsee - I am trying to write my long awaited diatribe against the dreadful new film version of Pride & Prejudice. It's already 3 pages long and I haven't yet gotten to the specific things I hate about it. It took me an hour to write down all the reasons why I care so much about the badness of this movie and I haven't yet gotten round to such details as the dichotomy of Donald Sutherland's repulsively scruffy beard and hair, his filthy clothes, which he wears, even to The Netherfield Ball, and his tooth-paste add white teeth, gleaming through the dirt. What the hell? Nor have I found all the adjectives with which I might describe the pain of watching excruciatingly long still shots of this incongruous face, blown up to theater screen size. Nor have I fleshed out my outline bullet about Keira Knightly's silicone lip implants, the 30 minutes of a 127 minute movie we had to spend looking at her truly stiff upper lip (so that when she smiled, her mouth looked like Buggs Bunny, causing me to whisper to GD "Yaaaaa Wats Up Doc?") Nor the creepy sensation of an entire cast of women so emaciated you could count the vertebrae in their backs as the waltzed. It really is a vomitatious movie. But do people want to read 6 pages of specific details? I wonder. Besides, it's the last day of the last 4 day weekend I will have for a loooooong time. I don't think I want to spend it grousing about literary garbage. I am sorry that the present generation of movie goers will have an entirely false concept of one of the truly delightful novels in English literature. I am sure 90% of the people who see the movie, certainly 100% of the people who have reviewed it, will think they know all about Pride and Prejudice now and, perhaps, with minds so trifling, there isn't any point in trying to enlighten them. Sort of like the waterfalls and talking racoons in Disney's Pocahontas. Why not tell the real story - it's plenty exciting. Or if you want to be original - come up with a new title. Sheesh! I still can't stop going on about it. Starting to sound like a bad party guest. Off I go, then. To knit. To spin. To make another cup of coffee. posted by Bess | 7:30 AM |
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