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.
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.