Anywho, been on a little bit of a Jane Austin kick the last couple of months and recently read a novel that was an updated version of Persuasion (Jane Austin in Scarsdale: or Love, Death, and the SATs by Paula Marantz Cohen) . . .which is an Austin novel I haven't read yet. With my time schedule recently, I need light hearted, easy-to-read, quick--something I can knock out in the time it takes for the bathwater to get cold.
So, after I read the Cohen book, I was curious about the real Persuasion, and the other day at the library I saw they had the movie. I can find 2 hours for a movie, no problem, just not a classic Brit Lit right now. British film, a little quick on the editing between scenes but generally a good movie. The entire time I'm thinking "this is not too bad, I'm digging it, will have to buy the book sometime" but not really getting pulled into it emotionally . . . until it got to a scene near the end, where I knew The End was near and yet so far there hadn't been any real resolution and I started thinking "OMG, are they seriously going to leave things hanging or what?!".
And then there it was: the scene where Ann is talking to what's-his-face (Phoebe's brother) about whether a man or a woman's heart is more inconstant in love while Wentworth (the love she'd been persuaded to dump way back when) is across the room penning some letter he has to deliver shortly, and then he leaves, but then comes right back in the room and gives Ann this significant glance and a nod to a note left on the desk, and she reads it, and suddenly all is right with the world, and the next scene they officially get together FINALLY.
Those two scenes were better than the kiss scene at the end of Never Been Kissed, and better than the token proposal scene at the end of While You Were Sleeping, AND it was even better than the last scene of the new Pride & Predjudice movie (which was pretty awesome, thank you very much "you may only call me 'Mrs. Darcy' when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy").
Also, Ciaron (KEER-ahn) Hinds has an awesome name. Right up there with Cilian (KILL-ian) Murphy . . . if I ever have kids I'm totally going the Irish route for names . . .
No comments:
Post a Comment