July 9th, 2005

little review

Poem for Saturday

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I spent much of the day watching movies and yakking with perkypaduan, who brought me a DVD of Stories of Lost Souls which has short films starring James Gandolfini, Cate Blanchett, Michael Gambon, Hugh Jackman (directed by his wife), Paul Bettany, Keira Knightley, Billy Boyd and I forget who else but they were great casts and mostly interesting stories, kind of funky (the promo said like The Twilight Zone but they weren't supernatural per se). We had McDonalds fruit and walnut salads for lunch and I am glad to report that they are quite good for when you need a quick fix and are not stopping to get a better variety of fruit and nuts. I am still not feeling well due to excessive female TMI and waking up has been a chore this week...I have gotten much too little exercise but I am just not feeling great.

In the evening I wrote up "What Are Little Girls Made Of?", then we watched the second half of Pride and Prejudice. I stand by my opinion that the miniseries is extremely well done and highly enjoyable, but I was conscious that I was enjoying the performances of Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth more than I was actually infatuated with Elizabeth and Darcy, two characters whom I fear will never properly grow on me after all this time. (And may I just add that I never saw the Austen-O'Brian comparisons in terms of writing style? Call this blasphemous but I like O'Brian much better.) It's really a fantastic cast in all the parts, and I finally figured out that the youngest sister was played by Horatio Hornblower's wife (am I the only person who rather likes and feels sorry for Maria -- she has few chances for happiness in life, and anyway she has to share him with Pellew and Bush *g*).

I don't actually have any deep thoughts to share on P&P, being such an Austen dilettante and having studiously avoided her wherever possible in college and grad school -- I'm not sure I even finished Emma -- but I have warm feelings stemming from the fact that my best friend at the University of Chicago, who died of cystic fibrosis several years ago and several years before she completed her degree, was my first friend with a serious crush on Colin Firth and actually forwarded me some P&P fan fiction because she knew I read fanfic and figured that, if nothing else, might convert me. Karen, wherever you are, I'm thinking of you.

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