Pride And Prejudice (or, Just Prejudice)
I caught a few moments of the BBC's excellent Pride and Prejudice last week and I was inspired to finally watch the ex-rental film adaptation I bought in Brighton last April.
I shouldn't have.
That's all.
Labels: adaptation, cinema, film, Jane Austen, movie review
4 Comments:
Don't forget The Prince & Me.
Rivetting stuff!
It was like... REEEUL!
Just like our Tassie princess, but REALUH.
Truly!
...
I think I swallowed the gayer-than pill tonite?!?
huh, you didn't like it...you should share why.
God, where do I start? It felt too sculptured. None of the characters had any charisma. There was no sense of art in their actions. Lizzy was petulant. Darcy was almost asleep. It lacked tension. The music was completely uninspiring. The narrative felt truncated and seemed to tumble towards the ending.
Shall I go on?
I just didn't feel Knightly came to grips with the character. She was a little too smug. They got her age right but then she acted like a mall rat rather than a mature young adult.
All in all, I felt that the producers wanted to make a pretty postcard of a film and to that end they removed most of what made the story so fascinating in order to stick in some nice vistas and some well framed scenery with nice amber glows.
Now here is something I can give a view on with authority.
I was never Jane Austen fan, but that was due to ignorance rather than choice. My last BF, of over 7 yeas, whom I tought was my partner for life, was however. He has written his dissertation on her. He was even named Darcy (honest). So, through him, as he lived musicl theatre, I lived Austen.
And what a revelation. I loved the social commentary, the wit. Having been a law student I remember tutorials which hinged on the married womans property act (which repealed the problems Austen had to deal with 1835 or thereabouts). So I understood her...urgency. Her need.
The BBC Jennifer Ehle (is that her name) and Colin Firth (is that his name) is second to none. Excellent. Alison Steadman, wonderful. But the drama, never equalled. When Lady Cath de B comes a calling "Insolent child", well it ain't Judi Dench, and just as well, cos the BBC drama reaches other parts the Mat McFad and Keira movie never does.
You *have* to see the BBc version to believe how good drama can be.
ahoj
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