After finally seeing it, I feel comfortable saying...

[wordinista]

That there are not words strong enough to convey my complete, boundless, and utter dislike of the most recent Pride and Prejudice movie.  I think it is quite fair to say that I hated it with the passion of a thousand burning suns, and have never spent so much time yelling at the television screen.

In sum, I say this:  There is only one Darcy, and Colin Firth is his name.  Forever and ever, amen.

I now wonder why all those Austenites wasted their breath kvetching about the costumes.  The story, the characterizations... there were a lot more bitchworthy complaints than costuming.

I am awash with WTF. 

That is all.

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[everstar3.livejournal.com]

*keywords at you*

And then Captain Jack Sparrow would saunter jauntily through the meadow, because, really, that would be easier to explain than THIS.

See, I would've paid real money for that to happen. Also for Cap'n Jack to knee Not!Darcy in the nadgers. Just because.

(WTF, middle of the night? In his bedclothes? But... propriety! Standards! What the hell?!)

How sad is it when that montage of fully-clothed frenetic letter-writing Darcy is infinitely hotter than middle-of-the-night bedclothes-wearing Darcy?

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

No! It was the sexy pre-dawn fog! And his coat was BILLOWING. Honestly, I didn't know if he was Darcy or Angel.

I am SO watching P&P (the REAL P&P) on Wednesday. Provided Charity doesn't, you know, pop in the interim.