( 9:04 AM ) teahouse
She Is Tolerable
Due to popular demand, I finally present to you all: my thoughts on the new Pride and Prejudice.
Well, I actually liked it. Until the last 30 seconds. The last 30 seconds were anachronistically unbearable. I cringed in my seat. I gnashed my teeth and asked for the blessed end.
I have been told that we Americans were treated to a different, cheesier last 30 seconds than the Brits. Apparently we demand a Hollywood ending.
Donald Sutherland was completely miscast as Mr. Bennet. He shuffled, muttered in a now-you-hear-it British accent, rolled his eyes, drooled, and basically looked alternately like a drunkard and a stroke patient.
Judi Dench as Lady Catherine de Bourgh? Please. Am I the only person who thought she looked like Beethoven?
Otherwise, I admit I was pretty entertained.
And speaking of movies, just so you all know I'm not a TOTAL girl, I stayed up late last night watching Scarface. I had never seen it before.
Yeah, it was a little more violent than the Jane Austen movie. And the women were more scantily clad.
And there was more 80s synthesizer music.
And a lot more cocaine.
And they said the F word a lot more.
Otherwise, they were pretty similar movies.
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