Wednesday, February 9, 2011
People have said that Pride and Prejudice is one of the greatest love stories ever written. I would agree. But who wouldn't? I have yet to meet anyone to the contrary.
I watched the Keira Knightley version today. I didn't have time for the 6 hour BBC with the lusty Colin Firth. Unlike some people, I really like the 2005 rendering. I had a hard time with Mr. Darcy at first, but then again, I had a hard time with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy, too, in the beginning.
[However, the Mr. Collins in the Colin Firth version is COMPLETELY irreplaceable.]
It was like connecting with an old friend. I cried and cried because it was so lovingly-familiar and, well, I just felt right at home amongst the Bennets. Their pain was my pain, their joys, my joys. Consider me an honorary 6th sister.
There's nothing like a break from the mundane to swoon every once in awhile. I love to swoon. And how could you not in the early morning dawn, while the handsome Mr. Darcy walks with such determination towards you, coat swaying behind, shirt open at the neck, smoldering with love, saying, "You have bewitched me body and soul"? You've bewitched me, too, baby!
Yes, it's just a movie, but still....
And, yes, I'm a happily married woman, but still....
Those were the days, ladies.
Those were some mighty fine days...
(I wonder how Ben would look in a frockcoat and breeches? On second thought, he's more a 21st century kind of guy. But, hey, a girl can dream, right?)
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