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I'm actually off on a Saturday tomorrow, and to celebrate I'm going to go see Pirates of the Caribbean. Yay! I'm excited.

In related news, I was watching the red carpet on E! last week (or whenever it was) for the premiere in Disneyland. This just in, folks: Keira Knightley has officially apologized for being so much more generally awesome than all the rest of us. The interviewer kept saying how it's not fair that Keira has gotten to kiss Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom and gotten all of these awesome roles, etc., and she's only 21, and all of these things I've been jealous of for so long. And Keira's response was to look embarrassed and say-- twice-- "I know! I'm sorry!"

I accept your apology, Keira Knightley. Because despite the fact that you are only seven months older than I am and have done a Star Wars movie, an Arthurian movie, a Pride and Prejudice movie, and a corset-wearing, ass-kicking movie, I still think you're awesome. It's not your fault you're better than us. Thank you for apologizing, anyway; it makes us feel better.

Also, I finished the second chapter of Pemberley last night-- finally. It's longer than the first, and I enjoy it. It includes Elizabeth's stays, snow, Georgiana, three letters, and Puppy Jane. What's not to love there? I'll try to have it typed up and sent out by the end of this weekend.
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I know, it's been a long time since I've updated. I blame JC Penney. And Jane, of course. I'll do my best to get back on schedule with my dear little livejournal. I have several entries planned, but right now I'd like to dedicate this one to the excellent Pride & Prejudice movie marathon weekend Bethany, Whitney, and I recently had. It ROCKED. But don't take my word for it...

"I am excessively diverted!" -Elizabeth Bennet
"Tolerable, I suppose." -Fitzwilliam Darcy
"I have never seen pleasanter people or prettier girls in my life! I have never enjoyed an evening so much in all my life before, I must say!" -Charles Bingley
"I keep feeling that at any moment someone is going to produce a piglet and make us chase it." -Caroline Bitchley
"It reminds me exceedingly of a small breakfast room at Rosings." -William Collins
"I send no compliments to your mother, you deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased." -Lady Catherine de Bourgh
"Capital! Capital!" -Sir William Lucas
"Damn silly way to spend an evening." -Mr. Hurst

I am inclined to agree with the reviews of Miss Elizabeth, Sir William, and (of course) Mr. Hurst.

On Friday night we watched the entire '95 BBC miniseries (5 hours) and then the new movie (2 hours-ish). On Saturday morning/afternoon we watched Bride and Prejudice and sang and danced (2 hours).

Now, I know what you're thinking. That's a lot of Pride and Prejudice. A lot, yes-- but not too much. It was actually really interesting watching the '95 and '05 versions back to back, because they contrast so strongly. All of a sudden, after 5 hours, you have a new Elizabeth and a new Longbourn and you're like, Wait a minute! and it seems weird. But not in a bad way. And we compared and contrasted what we liked and didn't like in each version.

And we laughed like we hadn't seen these movies a billion times already, and we quoted along, and of course inserted our own commentary. We have a great set of jokes to go with P&P. They include the P&P Diaries, Naked/Wet Darcy, Puppy Jane, Colonel Colonel Fitzwilliam, Capital Capital Lucas,  several characters' favorite stories... oh and, of course, "Oh, Jane!" It was wonderful to be able to dork out with my friends for such a prolonged period of time. And it's wonderful to have friends who do not get bored with 9 hours of Pride and Prejudice (siiigh, Darcys). Bethany and Whitney, you guys are awesome.

During the BBC P&P, I decided to keep score in Darcy and Lizzy's witty banter, and in case you were wondering, the final score was Lizzy 46, Darcy 50. It was an amazing come-from-behind victory for Mr. Darcy; he was behind (sometimes by a lot) almost the whole time. It was the letter that won it for him.

Immediately after we were finished with this extravaganza, I had to go to work. During my dinner break, Fate guided me to a music store where-- you'll never believe this, guys-- I actually found the Bride and Prejudice soundtrack. And, of course, bought it right away and jammed to it on the way home. I'm listening to it right now. There is a deleted song on it called "Arrogance, Pride, and Vanity" that I'm listening to right now ("Arrogance, pride, and vanity/ The girl has some audacity...). And I'm constantly dancing around to No Life Without Wife and the Punjabi Wedding Song.

Here are a few more Mansfield Park icons.

   
The first two, in case you are curious, originate with the Republic of Pemberley website.
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So, tomorrow I have to go back to stupid JC Penney. You can look at my icon to see just exactly how I feel about that.

In my weeks of liberty here at home I have accomplished much. True, the deadline I set for my second Idyll, "Winter Festival," flew right by and now I'm kind of blocked on it, but I have written seven or so Requiems and posted two over at fanfiction.net. Go check them out if you'd like! Do an author search for Eridala and then hit the story "Requiem."

I also finished typing and sent out the first chapter of Pemberley today. Yay! I enjoy it, personally, but I'm kind of looking forward to getting to a point where I can do something very distinct and different with the story.

I have finally set Wuthering Heights in my Great Timeline. I had to arrange the chronology for that myself, and I may post it here at some point just because I feel like an accomplished scholar. The Brontes are giving me grief. I think that Jane Eyre must be set in 1830. There are a variety of reasons for this, mainly centering around the one actual date I could find therein being a Tuesday June 1 and the story being  "written by Jane" as a retrospective ten years after the main events. You want to know what Charlotte Bronte did just to be mean to me? She was all set to give an actual, concrete date and here is what she does instead: "On the 20th of October in the year ---- (a date some fifteen years previously)." DAMN YOU, CHARLOTTE BRONTE! You should take a cue from Jane Auten, who very conscientioiusly put the dates of everyone's birth at the very beginning of Persuasion.

Speaking of which, I got to go on a book shopping spree with a gift card I had and a discount my mom had and came away with Northanger Abbey, Persuasion, a volume containing The Watsons, Lady Susan, and what Jane wrote of Sandition, and a tiny volume with some of Jane Austen's juvelilia. Yay! My collection is (somewhat) complete! More on the juvenilia later; I'm really looking forward to reading it today or tomorrow once I finally finish with...

STONE OF TEARS! It now appears that about three quarters of the way through, the author realized that he had wasted a lot of time doing nothing in the beginning, and if he kept up at that pace, he was going to have the longest book in the history of ever and be way past his deadline. So for the last quarter he just skipped a whole lot of important stuff and then had characters recap it briefly, threw away some of his more awesome characters and plotlines with potential, and then had everything happen in about a hundred pages. Out of a NINE HUNDRED SEVENTY-NINE PAGE BOOK! Seriously, if I was this guy's editor, this book would not have gotten published, at least not in its present form. But I only have about thirty pages of it left and should finish it tonight, so... yay!

Also, today I felt like making a couple of Mansfield Park icons. I will be making more, but here are two:

 
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Two days ago was this journal's second birthday. Happy birthday, Turtle! You continue to be a phenomenally geeky piece of internet, and I love you.

Hey, you know who's crazy? I mean, besides Crazy Gary Oldman, Crazy Bertha Rochester, etc. EVERYBODY IN WUTHERING HEIGHTS. I finished the book shortly after getting home from school. That... that is some messed up stuff. I didn't hate the book, I mostly liked it, but man. Hindley: crazy. Isabella: crazy. Hareton: crazy. Heathcliff: SO CRAZY. Cathy: dead from crazy. And in a few days I'm going to have to go back through it to get the chronology down.

Speaking of which, I finally fixed Mansfield Park in the Timeline yesterday. I figured out that the person who put that chronology online had the year 1808 span two years. And that is wrong. So Fanny Price was born in 1790, in case you were wondering. She's about a year older than Lizzy Bennet.

Right now I'm reading Stone of Tears, the second in the Sword of Truth series. You know what that book really needs? A good, long, thorough edit. It's 900-something pages long, and too wordy. I mean, the first in the series was 800-something pages, and I don't remember having this impression of it. I mean, it's pretty good, but it goes off on tangents sometimes, and repeats itself over and over. "Hey, you know what? The veil is torn. And also? The veil is torn." "What do you mean?" "I mean the veil is torn." "How long can we make this conversation go on even though I understand what you're saying?" "The veil is torn." "The veil to the underworld?" "Is torn." "Are you sure?" "The veil is torn." "How do you know?" "THE VEIL. IS TORN." "Could you maybe tell me all about the place I've been living all my life?" "Sure. As long as you don't forget the veil is torn. Because if you do, I'll have to say it again at the end of my big paragraph of exposition."

In speaking of exposition. I saw The DaVinci Code movie yesterday. I liked parts of it, and Audrey Tatou was very good. But... How can a book that goes so fast and is so thrilling and suspenseful become what feels like the longest movie ever? Well, here is a scene from it. 

TOM HANKS: Exposition exposition exposition. AUDREY TATOU: Exposition? TOM HANKS: I don't believe it! IAN MCKELLAN: Exposition exposition exposition exposition. TOM HANKS: Exposition! IAN MCKELLAN: Exposition.

It just doesn't translate well. There is too much information that the audience needs, and no easy way to give it to them except to have the characters explain it. And then the audience has plenty of time to forget most of it before it becomes important. Also, self-flagellation is gross. The more you know.

It's good to be out of school. For a few days I did pretty much absolutely nothing because I was just tired and wanted to vacillate for a while and let my brain turn off. The other day I finally got to a place where I want to do things again. I've started writing, I've set deadlines, and I've posted the prologue to Requiem on Notebook. Please read it, somebody, because I want some feedback before I post it on ff.net. I've finished my first Idyll and started on my second, written a Requiem and typed a couple of others. I also got past the wedding night in Pemberley, which I didn't think was every going to happen because writing sex, even a little bit of non-graphic allusion, when I know people are going to read it makes me uncomfortable.

My grandparents saw Pirates of the Caribbean for the first time the other night and loved it. Johnny Depp wins the Granddad Oscar, which I was not expecting. I was afraid they wouldn't like it, but they laughed and then raved when it was over. So, that's awesome.

All for now.
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Well, looks like it's time to break out the old purple ribbons again. Yes, that's right, I still support Luke and Lorelai, because they are simply meant to be together. 

I wish this entry was more timely, but I have been super-duper-busy. I'm probably actually going to update tomorrow too, because tomorrow is a very special anniversary. The Gilmore Girls finale was... the Tuesday before last? Yes, and it was not good. Bad shit went down. Lauren  Graham was wonderful and needs an Emmy, and honestly I'm not really that mad at Lorelai at all. I am mad at Luke and at Christopher.

But most of all I am mad at Dan and Amy Sherman Palladino. 

Because they created the show, and they are leaving. They left it like that. First of all, I don't understand how you create a show like that, and be so involved in it, and have a vision for it, and then just leave it to someone else. It's their baby. Second of all, why would they leave it in such a horrible place?

You see, of all the show creators and writers and producers and such, ASP was the one I trusted the most. Amy seemed to have the most distinct vision, to almost always know where the show was going. And she knew how it was going to end. Above all, Amy always, always said that Luke and Lorelai were going to end up together, because everybody knew that they were meant to be. I trusted that.

But now the show is in the hands of someone else. And that someone else may not share that vision. That someone else may be more receptive to the fact that a large part of the audience is very frustrated with Luke and Lorelai right now. They might break them up for good without a second thought.

And then, too, no one else could ever write Gilmore Girls like Amy Sherman Palladino. I'm still going to watch the show, but it won't be the same, and that saddens me. 

So, once again, Damn you, Palladinos!

And thank you for the past six years, too.

Here are some P&P icons with text from Jane Eyre the Musical's "Painting Her Portrait." 

 

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I finished Mansfield Park earlier this week. I liked it quite a lot. I am quite firmly in the pro-Fanny camp, because I could never bring myself to dislike Fanny Price. Is it any wonder she turned out painfully shy and with zero self esteem? She came from a family of nine kids where she was ignored to a house where she was continually disparaged and reminded that she was never going to be as good as her cousins. Geez. But I do firmly agree that Edmund Needs a Slap Upside the Head. I thought he was a decent guy until about the last third of the book when I was finally like, "Okay, yes. *Smack.*"

Isn't it weird how sometimes what you're reading really reflects what you're going through in life? I have to say, it's never happened to me to this almost creepy extent before with this timeliness:

"You think only of yourself; and because you do not feel for Mr. Crawford exactly what a young, heated fancy imagines to be necessary for happiness, you resolve to refuse him at once, without wishing even for a little time to consider of it-- a little more time for cool consideration, and for really examining your own inclinations-- and are, in a wild fit of folly, throwing away from you such an opportunity of being settled in life, eligibly, honorably, nobly settled, as will, probably, never occur to you again. Here is a young man of sense, of character, of temper, or manners, and of fortune, exceedingly attached to you, and seeking your hand in the most handsome and disinterested way; and let me tell you, Fanny, that you may live eighteen years longer in the world, without being addressed by a man of half Mr. Crawford's estate, or a tenth part of his merits."

"She had deceived his expectations; she had lost his good opinion. What was to become of her?
'I am very sorry,' she said inarticulately through her tears, 'I am very sorry indeed.'
'Sorry! yes, I hope you are sorry; and you will probably have reason to be long sorry for this day's transactions.'
'If it were possible for me to do otherwise,' said she with another strong effort, 'but I am so perfectly convinced that I could never make him happy, and that I should be miserable myself.'"

Anyway, it's all cool. I haven't updated in so long because of dead week and finals. But guess what? FINALS ARE NOW OVER! I just took my last one! YIPPEE!

To celebrate...


I am now in love with Jane Eyre the Musical (much thanks to Whitney for letting me borrow it) and am probably going to be iconing the hell out of some of those songs, like "Sweet Liberty."
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A new story on Notebook: Cutthroat Badminton. Features pirates!

Because I forgot to post it last time, Oscarblog 2006!

And, because it is the most FREAKING AWESOME AND HILARIOUS THING EVER, the brand new trailer for the movie Snakes on a Plane. It's about snakes. On a plane. And Samuel L. Jackson. For serious, you have to see this. It singlehandedly improved my day and kept me laughing for about twenty minutes.
ETA: A link that might work.

The opening night of The Tempest is tonight; I'm not even in it, and I'm pretty nervous. If everything goes right (which, last night, it did not), it will be really awesome. I'm backstage doing odd jobs, mostly. Also, Nathan is supposedly here, right now, on this campus. I have yet to see him, but hope to, at least to tour him the theater tomorrow.

Dear Everyone,
Please stop giving me sequels to Pride and Prejudice to read. I think I've had about enough for a while. Not that I don't enjoy them, but I think that if I read another one it's going to seriously mess with my head and maybe make me bitter. I'm getting closer and closer to deciding to write my own, just because. I wanna show y'all how it's done. (Just kidding; I'd probably suck just as much as the next person.)

What happened was that a friend of mine saw me reading Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife (Over and Over Again, In Every Room of the House) in Old English class. She was all, "Oh! You have to read Mr. Darcy's Daughters! I'll let you borrow it!" So I did. And I liked it. It was very cute. It's actually pretty much the opposite of MDTAW because there is (almost) no sexing, and Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, despite what the title may lead you to believe, are not even in it, except to write some letters. My review of it is going to be more of a recap, so if you don't want to know what happens, don't read on.

This is an interesting breed of fanfic. Only minor characters from the original work are used, and are often out of character to suit the plot. The main characters are all OCs, which means you have to work harder to get me to care about them. This author was semi-successful. I'm not sure whether the fact that the plot was that of P&P recycled helped or hindered this. Georgiana and the Bingleys are barely even mentioned, which seems odd.

The book is about the Darcys' daughters. One would never expect the Darcys to have such daughters as these. First of all, they all have silly names, like Letitia. She's the oldest, and I nicknamed her Mary Jane, because she's really just a combination of those two characters from P&P. The youngest is Alethea, who I actually liked. Before her are the twins, Georgina and Belle, who are both Kitty-Lydia. Our heroine is Camilla or, as I like to call her, Lizzy 2. The Darcys have gone to Constantinople (WTF, I know) on a "diplomatic mission." To me, this always recalls Star Wars, so I have fun images of Darcy and Lizzy lightsabring battle droids. Anyway, the Daughters are staying with Colonel Fitzwilliam and his young wife in London. Only Colonel Fitzwilliam is no longer a Colonel and has turned into Darth Fitzwilliam who doesn't like girls to have fun or think or act independently. Because it's not like he ever had a thing for Lizzy or anything, geez. The Gardiners, who flicker in and out of character, have somehow gotten very rich and they have a bratty daughter named Sophie. Sophie is engaged to a man named Wytton, who we'll call Darcyesque. He has a best friend we'll call Fitzley, because he's a bit like Fitzwillim (good Fitzwilliam) and Bingley.
 
Anyway, Lizzy 2 falls for a man whose real name is Sir Sidney, but we'll call him Gay Wickham because he's like Wickham except that he's gay. Around about three chapters in I was like, "I think this dude's gay," but it took Lizzy 2 half the book to figure it out. She was most vexed, especially since he had proposed to her so that he could get married and have an heir, and she had to break it off. Woe. So then she starts to spend more and more time with Darcyesque, because it seems like Sophie doesn't really want to marry Darcyesque and doesn't want to be alone with him. Lydia shows up, only Wickham is dead and she's remarried and is for some reason also very rich. The twins fall under her influence. Bitchley (also married) appears, too, and is the most in character of anyone returning from P&P. 

The Daughters' reputations go through some ups and downs, but finally it all comes to a head at this one big party. First Mary Jane runs into her not-so-dead-as-previously-supposed ex-fiancee and has the gall to actually have a reaction, causing tongues to wag. Then it turns out Alethea has been dressing up as a boy and playing flute with the band, but nobody but Lizzy 2 and Darcyesque find out about that. Then Lizzy 2 goes looking for Kitty Belle and Lydina and finds Lydina sexing some married guy in a back room. Kitty Belle has been shamelessly flirting with everything male that moves all night. And Bitchley and the Bitchley stepson have been circulating rumors (for no reason other than 'cause they're mean) that Lizzy 2 is making a play for Sophie's fiancee, Darcyesque. Darcyesque is very helpful all night, and finally Lizzy 2 realizes that she's in love with him becuase they're both dorks who want to travel everywhere and read and be awesome together. He agrees, but he is engaged to Sophie. 

Then Lydina elopes with the married guy and Lizzy 2 and Mr. Gardiner (who is experienced in this area) and Darcyesque all go to France to get her. They find her knocked up and unashamed and actually married, because this married guy was not so married as previously supposed. So they all head back to England only to find that Kitty Belle has run off to elope with someone, only it turns out that she didn't really. But while they think she did, they can't figure out who it is because she flirts with everything male that moves. In a note she says that it is Captain Deus Ex Machina. Sophie hears about this a flies into a rage because it turns out she loves Captain Machina, who conveniently shows up and reveals that he did not run off with Kitty Belle at all. Kitty Belle actually ran off with some guy named Mr. Roper, but he just took her to meet the parents. The Gardiners give Sophie the go-ahead to marry Captain Machina instead, so Darcyesque asks Lizzy 2 to marry him, and she accepts. Mary Jane gets engaged to Some Guy, I Think His Name Was Barcombe. Lizzy 2 and Darcyesque marry and traipse off to Constantinople to blast droids with the Darcys. The end.

I have to go to Tempest now!

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P&P icons by me:

     
Caroline Bingley Bitchley making her bitchface; her dresses, esp. at the Netherfield Ball, looks like she just decided to wear her underwear.


GAH!

 
Both Janes doing what Jane does best.

   
Because it's true.

Well, here it is. My review of Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife. I am actually afraid that it is going to seem like I didn't like this book. I did like it, very much. It was excessively diverting. This review is just going to be very nitpicky. And slightly snarky. But, really, my main complaint with the book was, "Well, I wouldn't have done it like that," and that's too subjective to be an actual criticism, nor does it mean that it has necessarily been done the wrong way.

That said, let's dive right into it. When I was nearly finished with the book, I looked at the "About the Author" note in the back, and found that the essentials of the book are summed up right there. I will attempt to categorize this review based on these statements.

"Linda Berdoll is a self-described 'Texas farm wife' whose interest in all things Austen was piqued by the BBC/A&E mini-series of Pride and Prejudice."

Somehow, I am not surprised.

For one thing, Austen does not physically describe her characters very much, and Berdoll's physical descriptions are the BBC cast to a tee, right down to hairstyles. She also takes some other details from that adaptiation which are not technically to be found in the book. I don't blame her for these things at all. It is probably a good idea to cater to the mental image most readers now have of Darcy and Lizzy. It is also much more sensible to write and easier to read "The Earl of Matlock" than, "The Earl of Extended Dash" these days.

For another thing, the BBC version, while perfectly tame, is sexier than the book would ever have dreamed of being. Take, for example, the famous "wet shirt" scene. (For those of you unfamiliar, Mr. Darcy comes home from a long trip and apparently thinks to himself, "Hmm, now that I am home, what shall I do? Shall I go inside and rest after my journey? Shall I get something refreshing to drink? Shall I great the household staff? No... I think I'll dive into this pond." And it's not even a very clean pond. Inevitably, Elizabeth is innocently walking around, and she sees Mr. Darcy come walking up all wet and with his shirt undone sexily. And she is like, "OMGnaked!" And they have an awkward conversation. And then she is all, "Wemustleavehereatonce!"). This book plays off of that sort of feel, but takes it to the next level. And then to the level after that. And so on.

But more than all of that, the whole book has a very pop-culture sort of feel to it. This is what makes it unsurprising that the author was not an Austen fan before seeing Colin Firth be Mr. Darcy. One is very conscious that she is catering to a modern audience of... fangirls. Yes, an audience of fangirls. Because this is fanfiction. Fanfiction glorified by publication, but fanfiction nonetheless. And the author is a glorified fangirl. This is not great literature, people. It is barely even literature. The book feels very fanfiction-y. I think you'll see what I mean by that later. If it had been put up on fanfiction.net, I would probably be unabashedly praising it to the skies, reading it faithfully, and begging for updates. But since it is actually, legitimately published, it ought to be held up to a higher standard.

So, while I find the book very entertaining (as fanfiction of this sort ought to be), I do have some things to nitpick about.

"Four years and much research later, her effort, Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife (originally titled The Bar Sinister) appeared"

Uh, about all that research.

Some of it was very good. I have no qualms with saying that a lot of the research was quite impressive. These areas of extensive research include, but are not limited to, etiquette, court presentation, Waterloo, and (one assumes) bars and hookers of the English Regency. There was also the clever integration of the portaits of Mrs. Bingley and Mrs. Darcy from Jane Austen's letters, which I found to be quite delightful-- a very nice inside joke. In fact, I now consider the basic outline of this episode cannon. (You get to pick and choose things to add to your own personal cannon with fanfics, you know.)

But then some of the research was... less than stellar. The author's research did not extend as far as ladies' underwear, it seems, which is not entirely surprising (although interestingly it did extend to gentlemens' underwear). It is only because of my great love of the corset that I explored this area and happened to discover that actual corsets were not worn during the Regency. It would have been pointless, due to the Empire dresses. Instead, ladies wore stays, or short corsets, which did their job in accentuating the bosom to a certain extent, but had nothing much to do with the waist at all.

Then, too, the author had a very... special understanding of the timeline. I remember that there were several points at which I had to stop and think, "But... that can't be right because... right?" We all know I don't math. But I am pretty sure that I can count backwards sufficienty to determine that the author had the events of Pride and Prejudice take place 'round about 1809. Now, this is wrong because the book gives dates. And people have worked out these dates to correspond with actual years. The first draft had events taking place in 1796 or '97. The second draft had them taking place from 1811 to 1812. 1796 or 1812. Those are your only two options. How in the world did you get 1809? Draw a year from a hat? I think that Georgiana is also made older than she's supposed to be. This interesting interpretation of the passage of time also had Charlotte Collins give birth to the child she was several months pregnant with at the end of P&P more than a year later. Poor Charlotte. Or else the author simply didn't remember the passage in which it is made clear that Charlotte is expecting: "The rest of his letter is only about his dear Charlotte's situation, and his expectation of a young olive-branch."

I am inclined to suspect the latter, considering several other lapses from what is explicity stated in the book. It is stated in Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife that Mr. Collins is Mr. Bennet's sister's son, but this cannot be since Mr. B. refers to Collins as a distant cousin of his. Then-- and I didn't even realize this one until last night while I was thinking about writing this review, so casually was it slipped in-- Berdoll gives Darcy's mother's name as Elinor. It is not Elinor. It is Anne. It could not be more clearly stated in P&P that Lady Anne Fitzwilliam, sister of Lady Catherine Fitzwilliam (later de Bourgh), daughter of the Earl of Blanketyblank, married old Mr. Darcy and bore him two children-- Fitzwilliam and Georgiana. Lady Catherine named her daughter after Darcy's mother, Anne. So no wonder the woman thought that old Mr. Darcy could be named Gerard! It's not out of the question, of course, but it seems logical that if a woman named Anne has a daughter named Georgiana, there is a very good chance that the father's name is George.

This stuff is fairly obscure. But I kind of wonder if the author bothered to read the last chapter of P&P at all. If she did, her memory is exceptionally dim, or else she decided to ignore much of what is stated therein to suit her own purposes. Let me give you a few quotes from the last chapter: "[Lady Catherine] sent [Darcy] language so very abusive, especially of Elizabeth, that for some time all intercourse was at an end. But at length, by Elizabeth's persuasion, he was prevailed on to overlook the offence and seek a reconciliation; and after a little farther resistance on the part of his aunt, her resentment gave way, either to her affection for him, or her curiosity to see how his wife conducted herself; and she condescended to wait on them at Pemberley." In MDTAW, this does not so much happen. Unless by "by Elizabeth's persuasion" you mean "against Elizabeth's wishes," and by "he was prevailed upon to overlook the offence," you mean, "he condescendingly told her publicly to step off," and by "a little farther resistance" you mean, "trying to kick Elizabeth out of the house while Darcy was in France," and by "she condescended to wait on them at Pemberley," you mean, "she was forced off of the property at gunpoint." Although there is evidently an sequel to the sequel now, so maybe this reconciliation takes place in that.

P&P also says that "[Mr. Bennet] delighted in going to Pemberley, especially when he was least expected," and that "Kitty, to her very material advantage, spent the chief of her time with her two elder sisters." Kitty barely shows up in MDTAW at all, and Mr. Bennet does but rarely. He does not like to travel anywhere, not even to see is beloved Lizzy, apparently. Though after the first year, the book does skip forward in time in spurts, so it could be that they are always visiting when the narrative is not moving forward.

Finally, there is, "Pemberley was now Georgiana's home; and the attachment of the sisters was exactly what Darcy had hoped to see." Georgiana is almost never at Pemberley in this novel; she is always packed away to London. I can only assume that this is because, were she there, she would have gotten in the way of all the sexing. To quote Liam Neeson in Love Actually, "We'll want to have sex in every room. Including yours." When she is there, she is largely ignored until Part 3 ("Darcy and Lizzy Cannot Do The Sex Because Darcy is in France"), when she runs away, probably just to get some attention. Lizzy and Georgiana are friends, but I really had to laugh at the line, "Georgiana leapt from poetess to novelist with such ease, it was unbeknownst to her family." Yeah, it was unbeknownst to you because you have been paying no attention to her this entire book! While you were all over the place sexing, she was sitting quietly and writing a damn novel! When you walked into the room, she was like, "Hey, I'm writing a--" and you were all, "Oh. You're in here. Um... bye. See you at dinner." Then later they're all, "She was in love with Col. Fitzwilliam?" and I'm all, "Sigh."

"...to the acclaim of readers and the horror of Jane Austen purists."

Okay. I am not a purist. I think that we all know that I am generally very tolerant of interpretations of works such as Pride and Prejudice. I don't approve of hating. I always take various factors into consideration. I try to understand where the writer or director or actor or what have you is coming from. I usually understand this. But there are some parts of this particular work at which even I was a little bit horrified. Perhaps "horrified" is a strong word. I was "most seriously displeased." And that's why I think that generalization above is unfair. Although it's pretty funny that they acknowledge that there is a strong sentiment against this book in some quarters. And, you know, none of the quotes on the back of the book come from actual publications. They are all from "readers." Three anonymous readers. I guess those must be the "readers" whose acclaim the note is referring to.

Most of these issues that bothered me were character things. Several of the characters were, to use the fanfic term, OOC. Often Georgiana, occasionally Lizzy, and especially Bingley were out of character. I'll start out with Lizzy. I don't think that she and Darcy would have gotten as physical as they do in MDTAW before marriage. Especially after Lydia. Lizzy has more control than that, I don't care how sexy Mr. Darcy is. Also, she is made, in places, kind of... stupid. At the very least not as clever as she ought to be. Elizabeth Bennet had a great understanding and a very ready wit. Why should Elizabeth Darcy be any different, even if she is probably tired after being kept up all night sexing?

Georgiana gets over her shyness remarkably quickly. Darcy pride is all very well, but the kind of stubborn defiance that Georgiana shows here, as well as her forwardness... does not sit well with me. Same with the sudden affinity for nursing and writing. Georgiana the nurse... no. She's not that easy with healthy people, let alone dismembered ones. Though I suppose by the time she's 22 she might be. But Georgiana doesn't need to write to express herself. She has her music for that. Remember how good with the music she is? That is the art she threw herself into when Wickham left her. The Fitzwilliam/Georgiana relationship was... kinda squicky to me. I don't know if it's because they're cousins or he's her guardian or he's so much older than her or what. A lot of it is Georgiana's general OOCness. And, of course (I'm going to go ahead and white this out for spoilers, because it's a pretty big one) Georgiana would never, EVER sleep with a man before she married him. Especially if he was wounded. Especially especially if he was for some reason Colonel Fit

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And then there was Bingley. Siiigh. Okay. This was a major, major character assassination, and it's the one thing that people most object to in the book. I'm just going to outright say it: Bingley. Would. Never. Ever. EVER. Cheat. On. Jane. And that's all there is to it. You can try to tell me to "think about their characters." I have thought about their characters. Bingley would never cheat on Jane. You can try to tell me, "she's pregnant most of the time, and they don't have sex while she's pregnant, so it makes sense." It doesn't make sense. Bingley would never cheat on Jane. Okay, I forgave him a little when he cried. But still. Bingely would never cheat on Jane. He thinks she's an angel. They're exactly perfectly suited for each other. He worships her. He loves her. He would never do anything that would hurt his Jane. Nor do I believe that Jane and Bingley would have such an unsatisfying sex life. Yes, yes, consider their characters. I believe the part about Jane not wanting to complain. But I really think that their sex life would not be grounds for complaint at all. I think that the only reason Berdoll makes it so is because she wants to set up Bingley and Jane as a very neat foil to Lizzy and Darcy. It's true that the respective characters foil each other in P&P, but the trend should not be taken so far that the characters are no longer themselves as it is in this book. Darcy and Lizzy have the stellar sexing all the time, Bingley and Jane... do not. Darcy is always absolutely sexily faithful, Bingley is... not. Bingley and Jane are popping out another kid every five minutes, Darcy and Lizzy... are not. It's all very contrived and it makes me sad. So that's what I think about that.

The character I think she got most correct was Darcy. I have no real qualms about what she establishes about his past. I think his thought process is logical and Darcyesque at every moment that comes to mind. All in all, that's a job well done, considering that it's a woman writing about a man and Darcy's thought process is never really described in detail. He doesn't even get to explain his motivations in P&P until the very end.

"This is Berdoll's first novel, but she has since published a humorous book of euphemisms."

Somehow, I am not surprised.

This woman would write an entire book of euphemisms. More than half of them are probably in the book I'm reviewing right now.

In my recent entries, I have been giving this book humorous subtitles: Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife (Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge, If You Know What I Mean And I Think You Do); Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife (To His Bed); Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife (All Night Long, Until the Break of Dawn)...

I would think of more, but I'm pretty much out. The book is, however, divided into three parts, and I can think of humorous subtitles for them. Part One: Darcy and Lizzy Do The Sex A Lot; Part Two: Tragic Things Happen But To Make It Better Darcy and Lizzy Do The Sex Some More; Part Three: Darcy and Lizzy Cannot Do The Sex Until the Last Few Pages Because Darcy Is In France.

You guys, I am not even kidding about this. For the first part, it's pretty much all they do. They do it something like seven times before they've even been married a whole day. At first I was trying to keep count; at page sixty it was something like nine, but then I gave up because it gave up specifics and started using things like, "all night long," and how am I supposed to know how many times that could be?

It is... a bit much. Truthfully, this thing would have to get toned down a lot if it was to be on fanfiction.net at all. In places, it is pure smut. I have no problem with smut in moderation. But page after page after page... Darcys! Do something else! Lizzy, you have all of those duties as Mistress of Pemberley, and Darcy, you have... business or something, right? 

Okay, some of the scenes were pretty amusing and good. The one with his bath and the one with that wardrobe in that abandoned room and the maid coming by... those are now in my cannon. You'd kind of think that all of this would lead Derbyshire to think that the new Mistress of Pemberley is some sort of brazen hussy, but actually they're like, "Aww, she's so good for him. He was never this enthusiastic about his sexing before." And it's pretty funny and a good idea to get the perspectives of the servants, all, "Tee hee! They are doing it right now in the library!" It's a definite guilty pleasure, this book.

But it's still too much. There are some parts that could really use some plot that doesn't involve sex. Or at least some scenes that don't involve sex.

"Although she admits that she eloped in a manner similar to Lydia Bennet's, to her great fortune it was with Darcy, not Wickham."

Somehow, I am still not surprised. About the eloping like Lydia part, I mean.

Even Lydias dream that they are eloping with Darcy. That's the main thing about this book. It is a big part of what makes it so fanfiction-y. It's extravagant. It's sensational. It wants to pull you in and shock you if it has to, as long as it keeps hold of your attention. It's romantic. It's dramatic.

Jane Austen was almost never dramatic. That's part of what made her Jane. She was sarcastic and observant and truthful. In its rush to be oh-so-passionate, MDTAW misses much of the truth that is at the heart of Austen and her characters.

A lot of the scenes, therefore, are about wish fulfillment. The kind of thing where you're sitting there giggling with your friends, and you say, "Wouldn't it be awesome if...?" And it is awesome. These are some of the best and funniest parts of the book. I just can't necessarily see it actually happening.

But, oh, wouldn't it be awesome if Mr. Collins had to ride a pony out on a fox hunt and then got thrown from said pony into a bush? And wouldn't it be awesome if a visibly pregnant Elizabeth, in a confrontation with Lady Catherine at Pemberley, took out a gun and shot said Lady's hat off? I may not think it could happen, but oh, to dream...

Some of the drama is not so awesome, of course. There are some very sad parts, and they did make me duly sad. The characters actually have some of their best moments in these portions. I don't like Mr. Darcy's mostly-deafness, though. Seems a bit too Jane Eyre.

In the midst of all of this, however, some of the character moments are exactly dead-on. SPOILERS AHEAD!

Charlotte's letter detailing Mr. Collins's death is one of the best things ever. Definitely the funniest death announcement I've read. After casual discussion of the weather and such, she gets to the heart of the matter, finally coming to, "Had God, in his wisdom, bestowed upon my dear husband a more agile figure, in the aforementioned panic to escape the bees, when he leapt into our pond he might not have had the misfortune to become upended. And had he not chosen to wear my canvas joseph rather than his doublet, it might not have filled with water, much like an inverted umbrella, I should think. Which caused him to drown. The fortuitous lack of autumn rain did, however, allow the pond to reveal his stockinged feet protruding above the water (panicked from his shoes he was), lest dear Mr. Collins might never have been located at all. The apothecary said that save Mr. Fillingham's gilt, he had never seen man nor beast stung so many times by so many bees. (I believe he related that the gilt survived, but then she did not wear a canvas joseph.)" 

Lizzy and Jane then go to visit the widow Collins and her unfortunate son, who seems to be unable to grow hair and is cross-eyed. The charitable Jane's Jane-like response is, "Perhaps I should knit him a cap?"

As for Lydia, after Wickham is "killed" at Waterloo, during her widowhood, she conceives and gives birth to a daughter. Her explanation? "That? Well, I couldn't help that!"

And then, the ultimate one, which goes without a doubt into my cannon, is this incident at Elizabeth's first ball at Pemberley. She is essentially being tested by Derbyshire society. She hears some vulgar ladies discussing her new husband, utilizing some of the euphemisms from Linda Berdoll's book:
"How to respond? The Mistress of Pemberley should not acknowledge such defamatory utterances, she reminded herself. She would sacrifice her spirit to propriety and suffer, as those two villifying... trollops undoubtedly knew she must. This most considered and correct decision made, she immediately cast it aside. She did not walk away but took one step that brought her purposely under the women's immediate gazes, which, if they were not quite at a level of alarm, at least spoke high alert. Elizabeth saw she had chosen correctly. Clearly, the women did not expect confrontation from a naive country lass. As she looked at first one and then the other, she summarily determined they both had more hair than sense. And, obviously, they had more sense than integrity. Hence, it bedevilled Elizabeth not one dash to quietly, but deliberately, say, "I could not help but overhear your kind words about Mr. Darcy. You shall, no doubt, agree I am most fortunate to have so magnificent a lover for a husband." She smiled brilliantly, turned, and walked away."

And any book, ladies and gentlemen, that includes that, is more than all right by me.





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Todays icon du jour comes from "The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe," the awesome play Hanover put on awesomely this past week. Props to all my friends who rocked it! For a full account of said play and the subsequent cast party (complete with amusing accounts of drunkenness) see here. Also to be seen there is an early account of my sucky week, which, verily, did suck hardcore. I managed to get a B on my Bio test, however, which was a pleasant surprise.

I have discovered that when I am super-stressed, I respond by making icons. They don't take very long, and are good outlets for mini-bursts of creativity. The sheer volume of icons you see here today is a testimony to how bad the past two weeks have been.

4 misc. Star Wars icons )

25 Star Wars fanfic icons )

6 Star Wars Chess icons )

8 She Stoops to Conquer icons )

5 Titanic icons )

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So, that is 64 icons, mostly made in the past two weeks. I really hope this loads.

 

 

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Well, I have a new roommate once more again. Let's hope this one is less prone to The Stupid. I don't know why I can't seem to keep a roommate more than two months. It's certainly not my fault.

In the world of "It's embarrassing, but..." I've been watching a lot of Titanic this week. Like, a lot. Last weekend I watched all the commentaries, so that's three times right there. Last night I decided it would be fun to watch it with Bethany, so that's another one. I'll probably post more about this in a few days. I'm not going to limit myself to posting once every week. I find I have a huge traffic jam of things to say all backed up in my brain, and I need to alleviate that a bit. The new rule is: I shall post at least every Friday. There. Good rule.

The purpose of this particular post is to share with you all the Great Darcy Debate between myself and ABFG (Aunt Barbara, Fairy Godmother). This is an epistolary debate begun when the latter good lady communicated to me that she finds the most excellent Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice to be an asshat. I, with my usual zeal, took it upon myself to defend him (in a manner which has come to be known as "pulling an Erin"). May you read and judge for yourselves.

OK-- prepare to be pissed: The Challenge )

In Defense of Mr. Darcy: Challenge Accepted )

First impressions are important: The Reply )

I need not recount the multiple scenes of awkward silence: The Final Rebuttal )

We have since agreed that it is all for the best that we do not share imaginary boyfriends. ABFG is currently explaining to me her love for Don Quixote de la Mancha, which I suppose I understand to an extent.

BUT, if you desire more information in support of my argument, see the Thirty Reasons We Love Mr. Darcy, a letter by Jane Austen in which she agrees with me, and this interview in which Colin Firth agrees with me.

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Ah! I totally forgot to mention in yesterday's entry that I saw the Chronicles of Narnia movie. It was really, really good. I liked it a lot. The effects were amazing-- I mean, really amazing; you would forget sometimes that the CGI animals were in fact CGI. Aslan was wonderful. I wouldn't have really thought it, but Liam Neeson was perfect for his voice. And the young actors are also good. Not always stellar, but good. I, like most other females who saw the movie, I believe, now have a crush on both Mr. Tumnus and Peter. Peter looked like a young King Arthur, which made me really pleased. And Lucy Pevensie is the cutest little girl ever. EVER. I mean this.

The main thing I took away from the movie, though, was an overwhelming sense of the magic in the world that, as we grow up, we tend to ignore. Seeing this made me want to start searching all the closets in the house for other worlds again, like I did after I read the book when I was about eight. The idea that things like this, however improbable, are possible is something that I really don't want to lose.

I also saw the TV adaptation of Once Upon a Mattress the other day. It was okay, but is it weird that I thought LC's production my sophomore year was actually quite a bit better? Tracey Ullman was good as Fred, and Dauntless was also good, but they cut out a song and a character or two, and they were missed. And I love Carol Burnett, I really do, but... somehow, I got the sense that she wasn't really into this as much as she should have been, considering it's her baby. I thought she was much more delightfully evil as Miss Hannigan in Annie. She did all right here, but I kept comparing her performance in my mind to that of Miss Ella Seet, whom I totally fangirled in high school, and Ella kept coming out on top. So did Brad Brockway's wizard. So did Whatshisname's jester. But Ella, above all, was fabulous. So, there you have that.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, as promised, in random order...

Reasons We Love Mr. Darcy

1. Mr. Darcy is wet.

2. Mr. Darcy's shirt is undone.

3. Mr. Darcy is the sexy.

4. Mr. Darcy likes women who read.

5. Mr. Darcy is kind.

6. Mr. Darcy is kind of shy.

7. Mr. Darcy stands up to Lady Catherine.

8. Ten thousand a year!

9. Pemberley.

10. Mr. Darcy is the sexy.

11. Mr. Darcy is a one-woman man.

12. Mr. Darcy is generous.

13. Mr. Darcy is the ideal older brother to Georgiana.

14. Mr. Darcy is a man's man.

15. Mr. Darcy is the sexy.

16. Mr. Darcy is witty.

17. Mr. Darcy gives good presents.

18. Mr. Darcy is a good friend.

19. Mr. Darcy is an honorable gentleman.

20. Mr. Darcy is the sexy.

21. Mr. Darcy has an awesome sister.

22. Mr. Darcy has two ponds.

23. Mr. Darcy knows how to ride a horse.

24. Mr. Darcy owns half of Derbyshire (not the miserable half).

25. Mr. Darcy is still the sexy.

26. Mr. Darcy can't math.

27. Mr. Darcy can speak in parentheses.

28. Mr. Darcy is intimidating.

29. Fitzwilliam Darcy has a dorky first name, but we never see him mocked or get his ass kicked because of it.

30. Mr. Darcy continues to be the sexy.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, etc. to everybody!

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Whooooo. I'm finally done. With everything. Except finals. But all of my papers are turned in and my presentations are presented and all I have to do for the rest of the week I'm here is coast and study and take finals. I really thought for a while there that I wasn't going to make it. I had a fifteen-page paper due Monday, a presentation Tuesday, and a ten-page paper due Wednesday. The papers, at least, I'm pretty proud of. I'll be posting the medieval lit one on Notebook once I finish posting the novel.

IT'S SNOWING! It's so pretty at Hanover when it snows, and cold with snow is infinitely better than cold without. I went tromping through it several times today in my quests to get food and make copies for Dr. Battles. And yes, I did wear my boots, for those of you who may be concerned.

It seems that nobody read my recap/review of Pride and Prejudice, and that makes me sad. The excuses I've heard are "I haven't seen the movie," "I have already seen the movie," and "I have already listened to you talk about it for an hour." The only acceptable excuses are if you have absolutely no idea what the book and/or movie is about, because I don't explain that exceedingly well, or if you have heard me talk about it for an hour. And even that one is iffy. Whether you have or have not yet seen the movie does not matter, for it is merely a humorous recap/review. If you've seen it, you gain humorous insight into what you have seen. If you haven't you get an idea of what to expect. If you aren't planning to see it but know the plotline, same deal. I hate it when I'm witty and nobody cares. Of course, the other option is that you did read it and didn't think it was particularly witt, in which case :-P.

And now, ladies and gentlemen...

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Now that NaNoWriMo is over, I can talk about other things.

I saw two excellent movies over Thanskgiving break. The first was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which was quite well done. Except that Groovy New Dumbledore did emote a bit too much in that one particular scene, and it made me kind of laugh. Miranda Richardson was pervy and awesome. There was lots of high rollicking adventure and humor (Ah! Get out of my fireplace, Crazy Gary Oldman!). But, yes, the movie did make me cry. They made Cedric all likeable and noble and cute and sympathetic, and the minute he showed up with his dad, I was like DAMMIT. I believe I literally groaned, out loud, in the theater, "Ohhhhh, man. Oh, crap." And my mom asked what was wrong, and I had to be like, "Nothing. The movie is toying with my emotions." She did correctly guess that Cedric was going to bite the dust (omg spoilers!), and was glad that she knew by the time he did. We both cried, actually, and it wasn't even really because of Cedric. It was because of Cedric's dad. From the very beginning you can see how his son is his whole world and then... Well, if you didn't get choked up, you're dead inside. That's all.

The second movie I saw was Pride and Prejudice. I'd watched the BBC version here at school beforehand, which is very good and oh my GAWD Colin Firth Mr. Darcy is sexy. *sigh*. And Kelly and I watched it and giggled through most of the movie-- lots of jokes that will probably come up as icons later. I, frankly, loved it. And now? I love this version, too. They're different, too, but perfectly wonderful in different ways. I'm about to have a recap/review of it here in a minute (not as long as my ROTS one, don't worry), but first I want to talk about how this excessive Austen exposure has affected my life in the past weeks. I had almost forgotten exactly how brilliant this book is; I love it so much. I now ship Darcy/Lizzy so hard. I adore Elizabeth Bennet and if Mr. Darcy, any Mr. Darcy, were to show up, I would not say him nay. I have not stopped squeeing over the whole thing since break.

It snowed yesterday for a brief time, and that was very pretty. But earlier in the week we had a day of fantastically English weather. Most of the day it was overcast and very windy, though not too cold, which was an absolute pleasure to tromp through and it gave me a feeling of Elizabeth Bennet-ness every time I went outside. This heightened as the day went on, for during Arthurian lit it began to rain. I had no umbrealla. In fact, I have no umbrella here at all, because I keep forgetting to bring it from home. I got soaked just walking back to Ogle from class in the most delightful rain-soaked way. It wasn't windy, it wasn't storming, it wasn't terribly cold, it was just raining in a perfect downpour. It was exhilirating, really. I then had to walk back to Classic in the rain, to the library in the rain, and back to Ogle in the rain. By the end of it I really looked almost wild. I kept hoping that maybe Mr. Darcy would come ambling up with his shirt undone, but he never did, which was quite disappointing.

I now present...

First Impressions of P&P

Hee, "First Impressions." Get it?

Overall, I loved the movie. I want to see it again, but sadly everyone I know who lives in my area and would even remotely want to see it went all at one time, so... We were giggling the whole way through. Keira was excellent, absolutely perfectly excellent. Which makes me proud, because I was adamantly insisting that she could in fact act back when certain among the critics were saying she could not. Bingley was so adorable, and so was Jane. Kelly and I had a big debate over how they could possibly cast a Jane who was prettier than Keira, and I patiently explained to her that they mouse Keira up as much as they can, and then they place her next to somebody who looks quite different from her who really is very pretty, and the general effect is that if you walk into a room, you're going to notice Jane first, and then, only after a little bit, you're like, "Hey! That's Keira Knightley! She's gorgeous. I hadn't noticed." And I think the producers were right when they say that Keira doesn't fit the idea of beauty for the time. She's very tomboyish and somewhat flat-chested and all. Although I think they made a good decision in not rubbing in the "Elizabeth Bennet is no great beauty" angle, because the audience would have been like, "...". Mr. Darcy, Matthew MacFayden style, was certainly different, but he was certainly good, once you got used to him. Most of his sexiness arises, I think, from his chemistry with Keira, which is hot, let me tell you here and now. Mr. Collins was hilarious, and Judi Dench is the perfect Lady Catherine. I wasn't too wild about the elder Bennets in this version, although I did get used to them, too. Mr. Bennet was too serious at some points and not flip enough. Mrs. Bennet was not over-the-top enough, although when I said this to Mom in the car on the way home, she was all, "She wasn't?"

Everybody I went with liked it very much, by the way, which I was nervous about. Throughout the movie I kept thinking, "Would somebody who hasn't read the book get this?" but Mom assured me that she did. I like that there was mud in the movie, and that the Bennets actually seemed poor and that Lizzy was almost always slightly grubby. I also really appreciate that they cast age-appropriately; it was very effective and just... right. Realistic. The first time I saw a picture of Lydia, my immediate reaction was, "Gah! She's just a baby! She can't get married to Wickham!" The movie had a strange tendency to make me feel sorry for characters I hadn't felt sorry for before-- Mary Bennet, Mr. Collins, Charlotte Lucas. I was kind of like, "Dammit. You've just made a one-dimensional character multi-dimensional. Thanks a lot, movie." Let's see, what else? You could tell that the characters were "off-book," as it were, when they got romantic, which was kind of amusing. Some of my favorite lines weren't in there, but many of them were. I got kind of frustrated because the fashion was off (according to Marietta, who knows her costumes, by about 30 years). Regency/ Georgian dresses have a very distinct style, and the waists on many of these dresses were placed far too low. I have since learned that this film is set a little more than a decade before the story normally is, so maybe that justifies it, but I don't know. I kept going, "Move their waists up!" Some of the locations and the weather thereat were rather random, in the interest of changing it up and not having everything happening in someone's parlor. And some of the directorial choices were interesting, like doing transitions by having Lizzy swing on the swing for several months and stare at herself in the mirror without moving for several hours. Some were effective, like the part of the Netherfield Ball where it looks like Lizzy and Darcy are the only two people in the room. And some were not, like the time there was this sloooooowwww fade-in on Lizzy's face and I went, "Ah! I'm blind!" Some things seemed a little... not rushed, but they happened in very quick succession. Overall, they did about as good a job as anyone could do trying to cram all of that into a two-hour movie. And now, the specifics. Which I mapped out in the car on the way back to school. Including reproductions of some scenes which may or may not be accurate! ;)

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