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January 6, 2018
Magical Shops To Visit In Williamsburg
When you think of Williamsburg, you automatically think of fifes and drums, palace greens and gunpowder magazines. (I rhythmed and I wasn’t even trying). I don’t blame you, I adore this part of Williamsburg.
But there is another section of Williamsburg that a visitor should not overlook. While not historical, it is a place of delights. The Merchants Square is dedicated to shopping and eating – two of life’s most satisfying ventures. “laughs” So allow me to introduce you to my favorite little stores in Merchant’s Square.
I’ve never been to Merchant’s Square at any time but Christmas. During the Christmas season, this place is magical, like some imaginary destination, a Thomas Kincaid painting come to life.
Beautiful decorations abound. An ice skating rink is situated in the middle of the square, strung with Christmas lights and pipping joyous music to all around as people move across the ice . . . with varying levels of skill.
Live street performances of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol play on the avenues throughout the day – filling the niches of the square with the alternately chilling and heartwarming dialogue and speeches that we know, love and resonant deep within us.
And, as you walk, watch and wonder – you may possibly run into a very bored and very talkative Santa Claus.
As you can see – it’s a place you want to visit. But while you visit, there are some shops you won’t want to miss.
So – Without Further Ado – The Eight Stores You Positively Must See In The Merchant’s Square
Mermaid Books
I absolutely adore stores below street level – those dusty, grimy brick steps, those wobbly wrought-iron handrails. The feeling of mystery as you disappear from sight from all other passersby – the feeling that you have, somehow, discovered something no one else has.
Welcome to a book grotto. There’s Aladdin’s cave to the left, a deep narrow closet converted into a miniature bookstore. Soft carpets on the ground, thick fabric hanging from the door frame, half obscuring it. A regular jumble rests in this store, a cozy, chaotic mess—but oh, doesn’t that make the search more exciting? It’s a regular treasure hunt, with a little danger thrown in; steep slippery steps and violent sneezing could incur. A little annoying BUT – allow me to quote Cyrano de Bergerac: “Ah – but WHAT a moment.”
Operated by a pleasant gentleman and filled with a quiet atmosphere, this should be a definite stop for any old book lovers.
The Trellis Bar and Grill
The Trellis is a little expensive, but well worth it in my opinion. If you’re like us – a small party consisting of my mom, sisters and I – it’s manageable. The service is excellent, the atmosphere very pleasant, lovely layout, and good food. A classy but relaxed outing perfect for a girl date, although I’m sure the guys in your party would be satisfied with the fare.
We actually incorporated something from the Trellis in our own home. Instead of big glass canisters or plastic jugs of water on the table (or getting up every five minutes to fill your glass at the tap) we now serve our water in beautiful glass bottles – chilled in the refrigerator. This is so simple, but adds such a touch of beauty and care to a meal. We were so impressed we brought the idea home with us.
The Blackbird Cafe
Hidden in the cracks and crevices of Williamsburg, built deep in the winding streets and charming buildings is a bakery. This bakery is difficult to find—you will need determination, good shoes and a stout heart because you could get a lot of bad directions and be wandering around forever in the dark trying to find it and get increasingly faint with hunger and frustrated with local people who don’t know where they’re own bakery is located. “coughs”
HOWEVER – don’t quit – you’re determination will pay off. The very fact that it was so hard to find made this even more special. The Arkenstone at the end of the quest my friend is, in reality, a piece of peanut butter pie. A piece of ANYTHING. Not convinced? Allow me to show you BB’s wonders . . .
Are you sufficently convinced you should visit the Blackbird Bakery? Are you sure? Need one more picture?
Okay, I’ll stop torturing you now.
And yes (as you can see) things are a wee bit pricey – but that’s just the way it is in places like this – higher prices. Dig deep in those pockets and live a little! Trust me, it’s worth it.
Nothing is so magical as sitting on a bench under a starry sky, the streetlights sending a warm sheen across the brick walkways and glinting off the Christmas decoration, the moon gloaming through the branches of a tree, the sounds of shoppers laughing, conversation and faint music drifting around you . . . as you gobble down a piece of irresistibly smooth peanut butter pie. That is living, dear readers.
The Peanut Shop
One of the things that fascinates me about places like Williamsburg is the specialty shops. Imagine a store devoted to nothing but nuts. Nuts, right? (Sorry, couldn’t resist the lame joke).
But deliciously nuts.
The Peanut Shop’s charming, cozy little interior is scattered with tins of free samples—I could literally eat my way from one end of the store to the other and I’ve tried—but I’ve kept it low key. I think they would get suspicious if I got down on my knees, tilted my head back and had my twin shovel samples into my open mouth.
Every kind of nut flavoring and coating you could possibly imagine is inside that store. Personally, I cannot vouch for any of the spicy or hot nuts – just the chocolate covered nuts. Chocolate covered peanuts, pecans, almonds, cashews and even chocolate covered raisins abound – with both milk and dark options. My favorite was the dark chocolate covered cashews.
You’re probably thinking one chocolate covered nut is just like another, right? Why not buy them at Walmart? WRONG. I have never in my life tasted chocolate covered nuts like this. The cashews alone could have me rhapsodizing for five minutes about the mellow, soft, plump nuttiness, the smooth, decadent shell of chocolate.
Great, now I’m drooling.
The Wythe Candy And Gourmet Store
The store reminded me of a one of the little Victorian candy stores that might inhabit Samantha Parkington’s world.
This store is truly amazing – it felt like every candy ever made, treats from around the world, were tucked into every cranny – in the most beautiful packaging.
PLEASE DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE TRUFFLES. ‘salivates’
The jelly bean dispensers were my especial favorite. Mounted in see-through canisters on the walls, shoppers were provided with bags and allowed to crank, crank, crank as many jelly beans as they wanted into their bag and create their own mix. No more getting more lemon instead of tutti frutti. You want just tutti frutti? You can get pounds of tutti frutti– you can drown in tutti frutti if you so desire.
Watching that stream of jelly beans tumble into a bag like scattered bits of rainbow is truly magical. And ah – that plinking sound! Like gold coins tumbling into a bag.
There’s nothing like standing on a street corner, waiting for a bus while munching on jelly bellies. Especially sharing them around, watching your loved ones dive into the grab bag, watching as the hands I love best scoop up miniature pellets of happiness. It’s the small things like that this will always stick with me.
College of William and Mary Book Store
Not only is the College of Willias and Mary one of the least expensive ways to eat in Williamsburg (that I know of) it was my favorite place to eat.
Their coffee is superb and their chicken salad sandwiches? “faints” Oh my goodness, these were literally one of the best things I’ve ever eaten, seriously. I don’t know how they made it but it was so delicious and “gasp” it was my first time that I can remember eating it. Creamy sweet, filling, crunchy chicken salad piled in a flaky, plump croissant. There are several options for lunch, but to be honest I can’t remember them, I didn’t try any of them after I fell in love with that chicken salad. The cafe also carries all kinds of wonderful baked goods, drinks and snacks.
The interior is very similar to Barnes and Noble – and is actually a two-story establishment. A quiet, bookish atmosphere, very open and light, with a kind of plaza overlooking the escalators allowing me to watch the people shopping and reading without being in the way of traffic.
And of course, when you’re done eating, LOOK AT THE BOOKS. Very similar to what Barnes and Noble has to offer (books, magazines, clothing, music and more) I can guarantee you a pleasant hour and a lighter wallet in this store.
Scotland House
This shop is a delight—full of the most exquisite craftsmanship. One particular wall is a brilliant array of tartan scarfs, as soft as clouds, fine as butterfly wings, colorful as an artist’s palette. Jaunty tams drive shoppers to distractions. Fine wood carvings abound, along with hand-painted articles of every description. The artisan’s work for sale here is truly mind boggling.
This is not a girls store, a guys store, or a kids store – this is a store for everyone. There is literally something that anybody would like in the Scotland House. If I could tell you to go one place in the Merchant’s Square to do Christmas shopping, it would be this store.
Warning: if you have Scottish ancestry you might find the old blood stirring inside you, hear the faint keening of bagpipes calling to you, or see a misty homeland somewhere in your minds-eye.
And you most definitely will leave the store wearing tartan.
And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed this tour and recap of Magical Shops To Visit In Williamsburg.
I’m now excepting donations for my next trip to Williamsburg.
But there is another section of Williamsburg that a visitor should not overlook. While not historical, it is a place of delights. The Merchants Square is dedicated to shopping and eating – two of life’s most satisfying ventures. “laughs” So allow me to introduce you to my favorite little stores in Merchant’s Square.
Google Images
I’ve never been to Merchant’s Square at any time but Christmas. During the Christmas season, this place is magical, like some imaginary destination, a Thomas Kincaid painting come to life.
Google Images
Beautiful decorations abound. An ice skating rink is situated in the middle of the square, strung with Christmas lights and pipping joyous music to all around as people move across the ice . . . with varying levels of skill.
Google Images
Google Images
Live street performances of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol play on the avenues throughout the day – filling the niches of the square with the alternately chilling and heartwarming dialogue and speeches that we know, love and resonant deep within us.
Google Images
And, as you walk, watch and wonder – you may possibly run into a very bored and very talkative Santa Claus.
Google Images
As you can see – it’s a place you want to visit. But while you visit, there are some shops you won’t want to miss.
So – Without Further Ado – The Eight Stores You Positively Must See In The Merchant’s Square
Mermaid Books
Google Images
I absolutely adore stores below street level – those dusty, grimy brick steps, those wobbly wrought-iron handrails. The feeling of mystery as you disappear from sight from all other passersby – the feeling that you have, somehow, discovered something no one else has.
Welcome to a book grotto. There’s Aladdin’s cave to the left, a deep narrow closet converted into a miniature bookstore. Soft carpets on the ground, thick fabric hanging from the door frame, half obscuring it. A regular jumble rests in this store, a cozy, chaotic mess—but oh, doesn’t that make the search more exciting? It’s a regular treasure hunt, with a little danger thrown in; steep slippery steps and violent sneezing could incur. A little annoying BUT – allow me to quote Cyrano de Bergerac: “Ah – but WHAT a moment.”
Google Images
Google Images 
Google Images
Operated by a pleasant gentleman and filled with a quiet atmosphere, this should be a definite stop for any old book lovers.
The Trellis Bar and Grill
Google Images
The Trellis is a little expensive, but well worth it in my opinion. If you’re like us – a small party consisting of my mom, sisters and I – it’s manageable. The service is excellent, the atmosphere very pleasant, lovely layout, and good food. A classy but relaxed outing perfect for a girl date, although I’m sure the guys in your party would be satisfied with the fare.
We actually incorporated something from the Trellis in our own home. Instead of big glass canisters or plastic jugs of water on the table (or getting up every five minutes to fill your glass at the tap) we now serve our water in beautiful glass bottles – chilled in the refrigerator. This is so simple, but adds such a touch of beauty and care to a meal. We were so impressed we brought the idea home with us.
The Blackbird Cafe
Google Images
Hidden in the cracks and crevices of Williamsburg, built deep in the winding streets and charming buildings is a bakery. This bakery is difficult to find—you will need determination, good shoes and a stout heart because you could get a lot of bad directions and be wandering around forever in the dark trying to find it and get increasingly faint with hunger and frustrated with local people who don’t know where they’re own bakery is located. “coughs”
HOWEVER – don’t quit – you’re determination will pay off. The very fact that it was so hard to find made this even more special. The Arkenstone at the end of the quest my friend is, in reality, a piece of peanut butter pie. A piece of ANYTHING. Not convinced? Allow me to show you BB’s wonders . . .
Google Images
Google Images
Google Images
Are you sufficently convinced you should visit the Blackbird Bakery? Are you sure? Need one more picture?
Okay, I’ll stop torturing you now.
And yes (as you can see) things are a wee bit pricey – but that’s just the way it is in places like this – higher prices. Dig deep in those pockets and live a little! Trust me, it’s worth it.
Nothing is so magical as sitting on a bench under a starry sky, the streetlights sending a warm sheen across the brick walkways and glinting off the Christmas decoration, the moon gloaming through the branches of a tree, the sounds of shoppers laughing, conversation and faint music drifting around you . . . as you gobble down a piece of irresistibly smooth peanut butter pie. That is living, dear readers.
The Peanut Shop
Google Images
One of the things that fascinates me about places like Williamsburg is the specialty shops. Imagine a store devoted to nothing but nuts. Nuts, right? (Sorry, couldn’t resist the lame joke).
But deliciously nuts.
Google Images
The Peanut Shop’s charming, cozy little interior is scattered with tins of free samples—I could literally eat my way from one end of the store to the other and I’ve tried—but I’ve kept it low key. I think they would get suspicious if I got down on my knees, tilted my head back and had my twin shovel samples into my open mouth.
Google Images
Every kind of nut flavoring and coating you could possibly imagine is inside that store. Personally, I cannot vouch for any of the spicy or hot nuts – just the chocolate covered nuts. Chocolate covered peanuts, pecans, almonds, cashews and even chocolate covered raisins abound – with both milk and dark options. My favorite was the dark chocolate covered cashews.
You’re probably thinking one chocolate covered nut is just like another, right? Why not buy them at Walmart? WRONG. I have never in my life tasted chocolate covered nuts like this. The cashews alone could have me rhapsodizing for five minutes about the mellow, soft, plump nuttiness, the smooth, decadent shell of chocolate.
Google Images
Great, now I’m drooling.
The Wythe Candy And Gourmet Store
Google Images
The store reminded me of a one of the little Victorian candy stores that might inhabit Samantha Parkington’s world.
This store is truly amazing – it felt like every candy ever made, treats from around the world, were tucked into every cranny – in the most beautiful packaging.
Google Images
Google Images
PLEASE DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE TRUFFLES. ‘salivates’
Google Images
The jelly bean dispensers were my especial favorite. Mounted in see-through canisters on the walls, shoppers were provided with bags and allowed to crank, crank, crank as many jelly beans as they wanted into their bag and create their own mix. No more getting more lemon instead of tutti frutti. You want just tutti frutti? You can get pounds of tutti frutti– you can drown in tutti frutti if you so desire.
Watching that stream of jelly beans tumble into a bag like scattered bits of rainbow is truly magical. And ah – that plinking sound! Like gold coins tumbling into a bag.
There’s nothing like standing on a street corner, waiting for a bus while munching on jelly bellies. Especially sharing them around, watching your loved ones dive into the grab bag, watching as the hands I love best scoop up miniature pellets of happiness. It’s the small things like that this will always stick with me.
College of William and Mary Book Store
Google Images
Not only is the College of Willias and Mary one of the least expensive ways to eat in Williamsburg (that I know of) it was my favorite place to eat.
Their coffee is superb and their chicken salad sandwiches? “faints” Oh my goodness, these were literally one of the best things I’ve ever eaten, seriously. I don’t know how they made it but it was so delicious and “gasp” it was my first time that I can remember eating it. Creamy sweet, filling, crunchy chicken salad piled in a flaky, plump croissant. There are several options for lunch, but to be honest I can’t remember them, I didn’t try any of them after I fell in love with that chicken salad. The cafe also carries all kinds of wonderful baked goods, drinks and snacks.
The interior is very similar to Barnes and Noble – and is actually a two-story establishment. A quiet, bookish atmosphere, very open and light, with a kind of plaza overlooking the escalators allowing me to watch the people shopping and reading without being in the way of traffic.
And of course, when you’re done eating, LOOK AT THE BOOKS. Very similar to what Barnes and Noble has to offer (books, magazines, clothing, music and more) I can guarantee you a pleasant hour and a lighter wallet in this store.
Scotland House
Google Images
This shop is a delight—full of the most exquisite craftsmanship. One particular wall is a brilliant array of tartan scarfs, as soft as clouds, fine as butterfly wings, colorful as an artist’s palette. Jaunty tams drive shoppers to distractions. Fine wood carvings abound, along with hand-painted articles of every description. The artisan’s work for sale here is truly mind boggling.
This is not a girls store, a guys store, or a kids store – this is a store for everyone. There is literally something that anybody would like in the Scotland House. If I could tell you to go one place in the Merchant’s Square to do Christmas shopping, it would be this store.
Warning: if you have Scottish ancestry you might find the old blood stirring inside you, hear the faint keening of bagpipes calling to you, or see a misty homeland somewhere in your minds-eye.
And you most definitely will leave the store wearing tartan.
And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed this tour and recap of Magical Shops To Visit In Williamsburg.
I’m now excepting donations for my next trip to Williamsburg.
January 1, 2018
New Years Resolutions – 2018
I realize that I just posted last night and I never post back-to-back like this –
But hey, it IS New Year, this doesn’t happen all the time, so at least pretend to enjoy it, okay?
It’s January 1st! Today is the day we make grand plans, even though we’ve just finished looking back at last years resolutions and laughing ourselves silly over how we missed the mark. (though actually I did reach a few of the goals I made last year)
Why do we do it? Why torture ourselves? Is it the moth to the flame phenomena?
Seriously, it’s good to set goals – without goals, we have nothing to shoot for – a bad scenario. One of the most dangerous things to be is aimless, it will lead not only to sloth and despondency – but indeed, an idle mind is the Devil’s playground. I am a healthier, happier person when I have goals – as long as I don’t get TOO crazy or let the goals turn into stress. I LOVE goals. One of my favorite scriptures that I have just discovered recently is Proverbs 13:19a: “The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.” That is definitely true for me and, I believe, for many people – nothing can quite compare to making a goal and sticking to it. To put it in Allison terms – making a goal is like eating a cupcake. Accomplishing that goal is like putting a frosting and a cherry on top.
So! I am setting goals for 2018. And here they are.
December 31, 2017
December In A Nutshell
Breaking news – 2017 is over!
I know I feel like this every year but (as always) it just seems worse this year. Where did 2017 go? I cannot believe how quickly it passed by. Was that a semi that just knocked me over into the ditch of New Year Fallout?
Well, it was a busy year, a good year, a crazy year – full of changes and full of things that stayed the same. Words rather fail me for 2017 and, as always, I am sad (and maybe slightly panicked) to see another year gone for good. But all the things I learned, the friends I’ve made, the things I’ve done, my family – those aren’t gone. They’re going with me into 2018. More importantly, God goes with me into 2018. He will be with me as He was with me in 2017. And I pray that He might lead me into 2018 in the way that He has planned for me.
To the news at hand –
I’m BACK FROM MY HIATUS! “looks around happily and waits for the applause to die down”
I didn’t get quite as much done in December as I would have liked – but it certainly was an interesting month.
The Blog
You may have noticed that things look a bit wonky around here; sorry about that. My lovely tech guru friend and I are immersed in giving Allison’s Well a whole new look – but like her mistress – my blog takes a while to pull herself together. So if things look a little weird or the layout keeps changing, not to worry. Your computer or device will not blow up, my blog is just having growth pains.
The Writing
I received my complimentary print edition of Splickety’s Wreck The Halls – and there I am – IN PRINT! I’m in a legitimate magazine! I was traditionally published!!
Unfortunately, I don’t think Splickety’s December issue is free any more, but is available for purchase – AND, next Christmas, the rights will have reverted back to me and you will be able to read Hope For The Holidays on Amazon.
I can’t quite describe the joy of being traditionally published and I hope and pray the process will repeat itself.
I wrote several more pieces of flash fiction and finished some other pieces of flash fiction.
Annnd….
I wrote some on the Tales of Ambia!
I know – I said I wasn’t going to for a while but then suddenly ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS THE TALES OF AMBIA. I just realized again how much I love it . . . .
I started putting in a smidge of work on my Goose Girl retelling and more planning for the overall series. I know I said a month or so ago that I was going to set Ambia aside for a while – (rather dramatic October in a Nutshell post) but my fancies refuses to listen to me. My mind is deeply embroiled in the adventures of Burndee, Ella, Colin, Cynthia . . .
Gwen, Martin, Ben, Poppy –
#muststop #spoilers
“rubs hands together”
“grins – wriggles”
Anyway, I give up. Fine, you fickle little mind, have your way, play in Ambia for all of January and then we’ll reevaluate.
And maybe . . . maybe I can finish the first draft of The Goose Girl! Prayers would be appreciated.
I know I feel like this every year but (as always) it just seems worse this year. Where did 2017 go? I cannot believe how quickly it passed by. Was that a semi that just knocked me over into the ditch of New Year Fallout?
Well, it was a busy year, a good year, a crazy year – full of changes and full of things that stayed the same. Words rather fail me for 2017 and, as always, I am sad (and maybe slightly panicked) to see another year gone for good. But all the things I learned, the friends I’ve made, the things I’ve done, my family – those aren’t gone. They’re going with me into 2018. More importantly, God goes with me into 2018. He will be with me as He was with me in 2017. And I pray that He might lead me into 2018 in the way that He has planned for me.
To the news at hand –
I’m BACK FROM MY HIATUS! “looks around happily and waits for the applause to die down”
I didn’t get quite as much done in December as I would have liked – but it certainly was an interesting month.
The Blog
You may have noticed that things look a bit wonky around here; sorry about that. My lovely tech guru friend and I are immersed in giving Allison’s Well a whole new look – but like her mistress – my blog takes a while to pull herself together. So if things look a little weird or the layout keeps changing, not to worry. Your computer or device will not blow up, my blog is just having growth pains.
The Writing
I received my complimentary print edition of Splickety’s Wreck The Halls – and there I am – IN PRINT! I’m in a legitimate magazine! I was traditionally published!!
Unfortunately, I don’t think Splickety’s December issue is free any more, but is available for purchase – AND, next Christmas, the rights will have reverted back to me and you will be able to read Hope For The Holidays on Amazon.
I can’t quite describe the joy of being traditionally published and I hope and pray the process will repeat itself.
I wrote several more pieces of flash fiction and finished some other pieces of flash fiction.
Annnd….
I wrote some on the Tales of Ambia!
I know – I said I wasn’t going to for a while but then suddenly ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS THE TALES OF AMBIA. I just realized again how much I love it . . . .
I started putting in a smidge of work on my Goose Girl retelling and more planning for the overall series. I know I said a month or so ago that I was going to set Ambia aside for a while – (rather dramatic October in a Nutshell post) but my fancies refuses to listen to me. My mind is deeply embroiled in the adventures of Burndee, Ella, Colin, Cynthia . . .
Gwen, Martin, Ben, Poppy –
#muststop #spoilers
“rubs hands together”
“grins – wriggles”
Anyway, I give up. Fine, you fickle little mind, have your way, play in Ambia for all of January and then we’ll reevaluate.
And maybe . . . maybe I can finish the first draft of The Goose Girl! Prayers would be appreciated.
December 7, 2017
December Hiatus
Hello campers!
I hadn’t intended to post again so quickly after my last post – I had planned to either announce this over the weekend or next weekend (the 18th).
So why am I posting so early?
A lovely tech friend and I are hoping to do some big overhauls to my blog. At some point in early 2018, Allison’s Well will have a whole new look to ring in the New Year. “sticks thumbs in belt” SO, tonight is a good time to say . . . .
It’s break time!
PLAY THE MUSIC: this is Mandatory – millions of screaming monkeys will descend upon you if you don’t hit play.
Honestly – I need a break.
Also – it’s that time of year again. I decided to take some time off from blogging to enjoy the holidays more thoroughly with my family, plus finish up some projects before the end of the year.
So until then – goodbye – God bless you – and I hope you have a wonderful, amazing Christmas.
I hadn’t intended to post again so quickly after my last post – I had planned to either announce this over the weekend or next weekend (the 18th).
So why am I posting so early?
A lovely tech friend and I are hoping to do some big overhauls to my blog. At some point in early 2018, Allison’s Well will have a whole new look to ring in the New Year. “sticks thumbs in belt” SO, tonight is a good time to say . . . .
It’s break time!
PLAY THE MUSIC: this is Mandatory – millions of screaming monkeys will descend upon you if you don’t hit play.
Honestly – I need a break.
Also – it’s that time of year again. I decided to take some time off from blogging to enjoy the holidays more thoroughly with my family, plus finish up some projects before the end of the year.
So until then – goodbye – God bless you – and I hope you have a wonderful, amazing Christmas.
December 6, 2017
10 Things I Want For Xmas . . . But Probably Won’t Get
The title is pretty self-explanatory. Oh, I wanted more run-of-the-mill things for Christmas….books, music…that kind of thing. But I have these deep longings for something else for Christmas….things that very likely won’t come to pass…but are still lots of fun to think about. Thus, I have compiled a list.
1. A Biplane Ride.
I have seen local signs advertising bi-plane rides. Pretty pricey. But I wouldn’t mind paying if:
A) My family would let me do it without protest. #unlikely
B) I have no clue what this pilot is like. I could wind up with a wannabe stunt pilot and end up sky-diving instead of flying. Or they could just be . . . not all there . . . rather like the attendants at theme parks with the very important job of making sure you’re fastened into your death-defying ride properly – but you have to beg them to double check your harness.
C) I don’t know if the bi-plane has a mounted machine gun – and frankly, the flight wouldn’t be as much fun without that.
Please don’t freak out – I’m normal, I swear.
2. Teek the Teek
If you don’t know who Teek is – I am very sorry for you indeed. I know his picture is a little ugly – but he’s adorable once you see him in cation. This mischievous little creature is one of the heroes of Star Wars: Battle for Endor – a spin off movie George Lucas made after Return of the Jedi AND IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE EWOK ADVENTURE MOVIES I’M VERY SORRY FOR YOU INDEED.
1. A Biplane Ride.
I have seen local signs advertising bi-plane rides. Pretty pricey. But I wouldn’t mind paying if:
A) My family would let me do it without protest. #unlikely
B) I have no clue what this pilot is like. I could wind up with a wannabe stunt pilot and end up sky-diving instead of flying. Or they could just be . . . not all there . . . rather like the attendants at theme parks with the very important job of making sure you’re fastened into your death-defying ride properly – but you have to beg them to double check your harness.
C) I don’t know if the bi-plane has a mounted machine gun – and frankly, the flight wouldn’t be as much fun without that.
Please don’t freak out – I’m normal, I swear.
2. Teek the Teek
If you don’t know who Teek is – I am very sorry for you indeed. I know his picture is a little ugly – but he’s adorable once you see him in cation. This mischievous little creature is one of the heroes of Star Wars: Battle for Endor – a spin off movie George Lucas made after Return of the Jedi AND IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE EWOK ADVENTURE MOVIES I’M VERY SORRY FOR YOU INDEED.
10 Things I Want For Xmas But Probably Won’t Get
The title is pretty self-explanatory. Oh, I wanted more run-of-the-mill things for Christmas….books, music…that kind of thing. But I have these deep longings for something else for Christmas….things that very likely won’t come to pass…but are still lots of fun to think about. Thus, I have compiled a list.
1. A Biplane Ride.
I have seen local signs advertising bi-plane rides. Pretty pricey. But I wouldn’t mind paying if:
A) My family would let me do it without protest. #unlikely
B) I have no clue what this pilot is like. I could wind up with a wannabe stunt pilot and end up sky-diving instead of flying. Or they could just be . . . not all there . . . rather like the attendants at theme parks with the very important job of making sure you’re fastened into your death-defying ride properly – but you have to beg them to double check your harness.
C) I don’t know if the bi-plane has a mounted machine gun – and frankly, the flight wouldn’t be as much fun without that.
Please don’t freak out – I’m normal, I swear.
2. Teek the Teek
If you don’t know who Teek is – I am very sorry for you indeed. I know his picture is a little ugly – but he’s adorable once you see him in cation. This mischievous little creature is one of the heroes of Star Wars: Battle for Endor – a spin off movie George Lucas made after Return of the Jedi AND IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE EWOK ADVENTURE MOVIES I’M VERY SORRY FOR YOU INDEED.
1. A Biplane Ride.
I have seen local signs advertising bi-plane rides. Pretty pricey. But I wouldn’t mind paying if:
A) My family would let me do it without protest. #unlikely
B) I have no clue what this pilot is like. I could wind up with a wannabe stunt pilot and end up sky-diving instead of flying. Or they could just be . . . not all there . . . rather like the attendants at theme parks with the very important job of making sure you’re fastened into your death-defying ride properly – but you have to beg them to double check your harness.
C) I don’t know if the bi-plane has a mounted machine gun – and frankly, the flight wouldn’t be as much fun without that.
Please don’t freak out – I’m normal, I swear.
2. Teek the Teek
If you don’t know who Teek is – I am very sorry for you indeed. I know his picture is a little ugly – but he’s adorable once you see him in cation. This mischievous little creature is one of the heroes of Star Wars: Battle for Endor – a spin off movie George Lucas made after Return of the Jedi AND IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE EWOK ADVENTURE MOVIES I’M VERY SORRY FOR YOU INDEED.
November 28, 2017
November In A Nutshell
November makes a rather sad little nutshell. I wasn’t feeling well for a lot of the month and was generally struggling with lack of productivity but – anyway – here it goes!
Thanksgiving Vacation
What did YOU do for Thanksgiving? We took a road trip to Cocoa Beach Florida.
Listening to this song is mandatory. I listened to it on the car.
Thanksgiving Vacation
What did YOU do for Thanksgiving? We took a road trip to Cocoa Beach Florida.
Listening to this song is mandatory. I listened to it on the car.
November 25, 2017
Pride and Prejudice – 1995 Film Review
As many of you may know – I accept challenges.
If I reach certain amounts of subscribers on my blog, I will complete that challenge.
A month or so ago, I decided to watch the much lauded Pride and Prejudice (as well as reviewing it) after reaching 50 followers.
Well, I have reached 54 subscribers on my blog and I watched the BBC’s version of Pride and Prejudice.
And now it’s time to share my honest review.
You ready?
JUST KIDDING!
I promised an in-depth review and an in-depth review you shall get (don’t say I didn’t warn you and don’t beat me up).
Now – go ahead and scroll down while I put on my crash helmet.
The Acting / Characters.
Elizabeth Bennett.
Probably my favorite part about the whole movie – I really loved this actress.
Her stylish, elegant way of cutting off somebody at the knees, and regal disdain to idiocy and cattiness – love it. She rises above it – then grinds it under her heel. #kindarelates
I’m not saying that Lizzie was a shrew by any means – quite the opposite – she was merey surrounded by insufferable characters. An intelligent person drowning in a society of stupidity.
I like how Lizzie uses humor as a safety value and a coping mechanism and that is something that I can really relate to.
Jennifer Ehle’s acting is probably my favorite part of the movie. Her secret smile intrigues the watcher. Her delivery and personality possess an undeniable sang froid – passionate but controlled. All of her acting is superb and spot-on. Her unique delivery and characteriation was mostly what kept me watching.
Mr. Darcy
For the first few episodes, Collin Firth didn’t have much to do other then give smoldering looks past the camera. And while he did that with better success than most, I was more than ready for him to start speaking by episode 3 or so when he starts to show more character. Secondly, Mr. Darcy seems to be that breed of male character that populated books at this time (Gilbert Blythe is another character that comes to mind) where the male MC exists to jump out at the girl from bushes and closets and never seems to have any kind of life or anything to do outside of his pursuit of the main girl. I believe the modern term for this is ‘stalker’.
Based on my memories of Mr. Darcy, and all the common knowledge I have picked up through osmosis – I don’t think there could have been a better person to play him than Colin Firth. Aside from looking right for the part, having the right voice, Colin Firth captures the moody pride, the turbulent thoughts and the hidden nobility that make up Mr. Darcy. So ultimately – yes – a thumbs up for Mr. Darcy and Colin Firth – I liked them both.
I was a little confused by Mr. Darcy’s transformation – it seemed a little abrupt. He was so RUDE in the beginning and in actuality he was really nice . . .? I felt like the guy had dual personalites. I just felt that the two parts of him weren’t blended as smoothly as they could have been.
Mr. Bingley
I admire Mr Bingley’s outlook on life – he always spoke kindly of people – but my goodness, was he a blank cookie. And every time that man smiled and blinked those big, beady eyes I snorted with laughter and shuddered a little as his big, blank voice boomed across the room. So, I suppose, this was good casting and very accurate to the character in the book. As I said, I admired his kindness – but his kindness was starting to slide into ‘never having an opinion about anything’ and never speaking up about anything. A little limp, in my opinion.
Jane Bennett
The character is . . . okay. Nice, but, sheesh, is she in for some major shocks in this world. Without proper supervision by wiser characters, Jane would be destined to be a victim of unscrupulous people. I appreciated how nice she was supposed to be and I always admire people or characters that speak and think the best of others – but her absolute refusal to acknowledge evil behavior – to acknowledge that there are evil people in this world that do evil things – seemed to be pushing it too far. As if by the power of thinking nice – everybody will be nice.
That’s not how it works.
I think it might have come off better if they had had a different actress – instead of being sweet and mild, this actress looked more like she was falling asleep for the whole movie and produced a bland performance. Plus, I hate to say it, they kept saying she was the most beautiful sister, but I thought that Jennifer Ehle was more attractive.
Mr. Wickham
The actor did a pretty good portraying a fairly likeable character at the off-set (or maybe that was just because I was comparing him to the guy who didn’t speak at the time, i.e. Mr. Darcy) and slowly letting us realize that he is a TrainWrecker of Lives. We become gradually aware that he has the most shallow charisma and is a pathetically hollow person.
A pretty good cautionary tale for girls here. Just because the guy walks the walk and talks the talk doesn’t mean he is a good guy. It takes a while to get to know someone and you should look vigilantly for inconsistencies (which were present in Mr. Wickham from the very beginning) – and flee screaming from men (or people) like this.
Lydia Bennett
Well, there are women and girls like this in this world. Shallow, man-crazy, moralless simpletons – so, again, a cautionary tale.
Don’t be like this and don’t associate with people like this.
Julia Sawalha plays her alarmingly well, but has an interesting voice and just enough appeal to give us the faintest inkling for why someone hasn’t taken her for a long, long, walk in the woods . . . . near a cliff.
Mr. Collins
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a more repulsive performance than this guy.
I was having shudders on top of my shudders. I really felt the portrayal here was TOO MUCH. Talk about overboard. And was anybody else annoyed that this slimy creature was a vicar? While I while admit that historically men of the Church of England at this time might have decided on this career choice for the pay and position rather than any faith in Christ – it was ANNOYING to see the character that was supposed to be the moral example for everyone else in the room be the most disgusting character on screen.
Charlotte
I rather liked the actress – especially her crisp no-nonsense delivery, even if she was playing a rather pitiful character. I suppose we are supposed to feel sorry for Charlotte’s desperation, her grasping at straws named Collins, and her (supposed?) lack of advantages. And since the actress was rather likable they did succeed in making me feel sorry for her.
The Other Sisters
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Little joke there – because Mary and Kitty were basically place holders, background filler. Every story requires cardboard cutout characters and these two girls were it. The thing that annoyed me the most was that the character that seeks to edify their character with study and controlled living (Mary) is portrayed as an ugly, boring twit.
Mrs. Bennett
Well cast – if I remember the book correctly.
If I were Mr. Bennett – I would throw myself off the roof.
No further, comment.
Mr. Bennett
Bucking for “Most Despicable Character In Pride and Prejudice” – Mr. Bennett defined “failure as a father” in my mind. He has obviously let the girls do whatever they want without any concern about shaping their character. It’s like he presumes girls are born silly and never had any intention of getting involved in their upbringing.
The father doesn’t care about his daughter’s wild behavior, in fact, he wants to Lydia to get it out of her system and go ahead and make a fool of herself and disgrace herself and get it over with as long as it comes at little cost to himself.
He shows the most casual attitude towards his daughters disgraceful behavior throughout the movie and hardly blinks an eye when his youngest runs off to a life of sin with Wickham.
If somebody had done this to one of my Dad’s daughters (God forbid that we would ever be foolish enough to do that in the first place) my Dad would rip Wickham limb from limb.
Aside from being totally disinterested in his daughters (and obviously wanting a son instead of daughters, judging from the way he regards and chats with the more practical Lizzie) Mr. Bennett makes various unflattering and terrible comments about women throughout the movie.
He was a pathetic, miserable excuse for a father and is definitely the unsung villain of this story.
Lady Catherine.
Okay, necessary – but nothing really special in my mind – as far as acting or character. Just…whatever.
Miss Bingley.
ICK!
That Random Guy That Snored Drunkenly In Corners And Crammed Food In His Mouth.
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Welcome comic relief.
The Script / Story
I did ‘get’ the story more this time around.
Either my comprehension has improved slightly, this sort of dialogue is either easier to grasp in a movie form, or the dialogue was slightly rewritten and clipped down (if memory serves me right, I think this is the case) – but in whatever event, I found the dialogue flowed fairly well and I was able to follow the long-winded ‘paragraphs’ much more than the book. I even enjoyed it to a certain extent.
The ‘language’ and vocabulary is good and soothes my sensibilities when I am watching or reading something that is rather insipid, for at least I feel that I am learning something. “ducks”
Which brings me to the story.
I actually enjoyed the story more in a film format – it flowed, it made sense, things built up naturally, it was an interesting character study. The arc these two characters went through (Darcy and Elizabeth) was very real in the fact that human beings can often have grossly inaccurate assumptions and ideas about one another and it’s always interesting to see human beings go through mental or emotional changes and metamorphosis. But it was hard for me to really like or enjoy this story for several reasons which I will delve into further on.
The Romance
I liked it. Rejoice all ye peoples – Allison liked the romance!
Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth definitely had chemistry but, apparently, that wasn’t even acting – since the two actors were interested in each other in real life – so I don’t necessarily attribute this to skill. Nevertheless, it was good. Now I’m not necessarily enthused about it. More on that later.
Technical and Artistic Aspects
The Costumes
I thing that these costumes (this time period of historical dress) are some of the most unflattering gowns ever designed. At least the women’s costumes – they are pretty dreadful – although the actresses manage to pull them off. The men’s costumes were all right, though my eyes bugged out at some of the colors (that green coat of Darcy’s!) or patterns.
The Music
The music was okay for the most part but at times some of the main cues could be rather annoying. The repetitive piano tinkling does not always match the action on the screen.
The Editing
The editing is rather choppy and I feel that a lot of random scenes could have been cut.
The Cinematography
It is fairly well shot – memory is starting to blur but I remember some rather nice decisions with the cinematography involving sweeping shots from room to room and so on.
Random Likes
Nice opening credits; I spent some time wondering about the exquisite embroidery featured in them.
The relationship between Elisabeth and Jane was nice; I have a weakness for movies that showcase sister relationships.
P&P is rife with Gif material.
And now . . . moving on to the stickier territory.
– The Culture –
The sallow, petty, marriage-based culture is horrifying to me.
Rather sad that our marriage culture has not changed – Christians have built up a culture that views everyone as “marriage material” instead of just a human being.
Most girls look at Pride and Prejudice and see a fairyland – I see a prison. I see women in cages and on leashes, trapped and being told that the only option in life is to marry – and marry anything – to not do so – would be a fate worse than death. Even if the man is the most repulsive creature on the planet.
Seeing women with so little identity and so anxious to be claimed in matrimony is awful. Discontent and lack of self-worth is one of the most unattractive qualities you can have in a woman, I think.
Take Away Value.
This movie made me extremely, intensely grateful tolive in the twenty first century. Obviously, there are abuses with this freedom, but just because there are abuses doesn’t make it any less freeing to those who responsibly use it.
I am blessed to live in a country and a time when women don’t have to be valued chiefly by whatever man she is attached to. Don’t get me wrong, I love my father and brother and may God grant that I have the privilege of being with them for as long as possible – but if I were alone – I would not be belittled or beleaguered unless I chose to live a belittled and beleaguered life.
80 percent of the things I do on a day to day basis would not be allowed in Jane Austen’s time period. Making sales calls, moving furniture . . .
I am free to do anything and be anything I chose, within reason.
I can take pride in having a job and not be ashamed that I work.
I can appreciate honest labor instead of belittling it and being envious of a higher class.
Yes, indeed – Pride and Prejudice made me very, very grateful to be living in the 21st Century.
The Morals.
Just when I start to get discouraged by our godless culture, I can watch something like this and remind myself that the godless have always been among us, there’s no escaping it.
Reading this as a fifteen year old, I was disgusted at the loose morals portrayed in this book.
Allow me to compare this to Louisa May Alcott – the American equivalent of Jane Austen – who built her works on the moral right and wrong that generously infused much of our old literature, thanks to America’s Puritan background. Life had a purpose, events had object lessons, singlehood was not something to be despised, the greatest good to live for others, and that there is Someone greater than ourselves (or Mr Darcy) to turn to.
When Meg March gets drunk at a party – characters (both male and female) are scandalized. The good characters, the heroes (the only ones we care about), are shocked and disgusted. And the summarization is that losing the ‘regard’ of crass people is not a loss at all – it is more important to keep your own self respect and the respect of decent people who love you and whom you love.
Whereas in Pride and Prejudice as long as it is acceptable by the culture at large, the behavior is acceptable. Something is only judged unacceptable if the culture rejects it. So since the culture consists largely of idiotic and godless people – idiotic and godless behavior is accepted. The younger girls are constantly romping in a scandalous manner with any male that walks onto the screen. They don’t know when to stop flirting – and take it to far. When they do this – most of the other characters look on with rather indulgent smiles. Mr. Darcy was absolutely CORRECT in thinking that the Bennetts are not decent people to associate with and far beneath his class of LIVING. There are ‘different classes’ of people, no matter how hard we try to avoid it. I’m not talking wealthy and the modest income – I’m talking classes of behavior – moral classes.
When Lizzie finally does realize that Lydia is making the Bennett name a bad one – she seems a little more worried about ‘what people will think’ – then the fact that Lydia is on the downward path to you-know-where. When Lizzie confesses her fears about Wickham to her father he doesn’t really care – he DOESN’T CARE and no one warns anyone about Wickham’s behavior because, heaven forbid, that we should speak ill of an OFFICER! (as if the characters haven’t been gossiping all through-out the movie, so why stop now?).
Lizzie was a fool not to warn her sisters about Wickham (although, unfortunately – her sisters wouldn’t have paid her attention anyway because they’re fools too).
When Lydia does get in trouble with Wickham the emphasis is still on ‘what people will think’ – and granted there is a reasonable disgrace in association but still – no one seems to think: “Hmm – maybe we could have averted this or could avert this in the future?” Mr. Bennett’s solution is to never let his girls out again.
Mmhmm – and when did total abstinence ever keep anyone from sinning? He’s willing enough to go the easy route and institute physical rules on his daughters (although he’s such a pushover he probably wouldn’t hold his ground long) but he has no concern over his daughters heart issues or their souls.
When Wickham and Lydia show their faces at the Bennett’s home the Bennett’s welcome them cordially and seem to sweep everything under the rug. As long as everything is ‘proper’ now – there’s no hard feelings and Wickham really can’t be such a bad egg after all.
it’s all fun and games until somebody thinks it’s not proper THEN we get some action – where it’s the right or wrong action is totally debatable.
What Was It Trying To Say?
I have been informed—and realize—thatJane Austen wrote the book as a social commentary (though I still maintain that she seemed to suggest that the reason you shouldn’t have lose morals is simply because it “wasn’t done” not for Christian moral reasons). It was almost a cautionary tale. Don’t throw yourself at the first available guy and that you should also marry an equal and have a meeting of the minds – not just physical attraction.
Oddly enough, everyone that watches the movie seem to go away thinking of nothing BUT the romance. Instead of watching a social commentary, the modern audience watches it as a straight-up romance and walk away squealing: “I love Mr. Darcy.” instead of actually thinking about what Jane Austen seemed to be trying to say. They get sentimental over the romance and ignore the moral message.
The filmmakers themselves seemed to have forgotten any deeper meaning to Pride and Prejudice and inserted scene after seen to ratchet up the physical attraction between Darcy and Elizabeth. The sensual push was ridiculous – considering that the whole theme and point of the story was supposed to be about Elizabeth and Darcy being equals – not just attracted to one another.
I am very sensitive to body language, and I also noted that Colin Firth himself seems to be intently focused on being as provocative as possible to the viewers. So to love Mr. Darcy – seems to be due to suggestion rather than his actual character. Girls walk away holding Mr. Darcy as the ideal man. The whole POINT of Mr. Darcy the REASON why he is so famous is because he is a FLAWED character. It seems strange that girls would hold him as such the idealized man. Again, I think what is really coming into play here is Colin Firth’s provocative performance.
I really resent this subtle play on women’s emotions – and am annoyed at the way filmmakers are building emotional and sensory based pits like this for female viewers to fall into time after time.
I’m not say this is true for every female viewer – I know several very pragmatic viewers of Pride and Prejudice who identified and appreciated the deeper theme – but this is just a reaction that, overall, Pride and Prejudice seems to produce.
Summary
I sort of enjoyed Pride and Prejudice – but just because you enjoy something – doesn’t mean that it is edifying – or that pleasure is synonymous with permission.
Pride and Prejudice touches a little vein of self-satisfaction because it is such a classic so there is a lot of pressure and a real urge to like it . . . and a certain kind of gratification when you do. But is it really edifying?
I would have to say – no, not really.
Like whipped cream—it is calories without nutrition.
Do I read fluff? ABSOLUTELY. All I’m saying is that this particular kind of fluff I wouldn’t recommend as a steady diet of for ladies. Just like as an adult I have finally learned that I can’t eat a lot of sweets without getting sick – I know that I would do equally poorly on a diet of romance or Jane Austen.
Pride and Prejudice dwells on the loose morals of decayed minds without any real solution or consequences to those morals (not when we have Mr. Darcy’s to conveniently save the day). Pride and Prejudice is about a silly group of people making silly mistakes.
True to life? A good cautionary tale? Yes. But I can think of better and more edifying books and movies that do the same thing.
People might argue that Pride and Prejudice is an important way to study society.
A history book would tell you more.
People might tell you Pride and Prejudice is a classic. Well, smoking is a classic thing to do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take up smoking. And believe me, romance stories can be just as addictive to women.
It is really more the feelings that Pride and Prejudice evokes that I am ‘against’.
I like a nice, well-done romance as much as the next girl – but there is something about this kind of romance that strikes a giddy chord in women – and I don’t think it’s very edifying to strike that chord. It puts our thinking on a silly train of thought and it is hard to derail that train of giddy thinking once we have shoveled coal into its engine.
Most viewers would prefer to simply be swept along on the tide of their emotions and enjoy the flood – “Oh, we’re women, we’re supposed to be emotional.” Absolutely, but: “Our biblically enlightened minds should control our emotions.” Out-of-control emotions are my worst enemy and have gotten me into more scrapes than the rest of me put together. I prefer reason and a will daily surrendered to God to control my emotions. My emotions will betray me if I don’t keep an ironclad hold on them. And by abstinence from overly romantic stories (and I mean HIGHLY idealized stories that have nothing to do with reality) I can keep better control over my mind and emotions.
Stories have a powerful effect on us, it’s no good to say that Narnia affects us to the core and then go to Pride and Prejudice and pretend it doesn’t effect as just as deeply. The question is, does the story it affect us positively?
Pride and Prejudice is basically a fairy tale, but a fairy tale stripped of its moral backbone. And what do we have left when that happens to a fairy tale? A spoonful of sugar.
Sugar might taste good – and I like indulging just as much as the next person – but too much of it’s still not good for me. I may like the taste, but my throat physically starts to close up if I eat too much or have something too sweet. And that’s how your reason should work with your emotions. Your emotions might be tickled and want more, but your reason should be whispering to you and coming to your rescue.
It’s constantly watching and reading stories like this, I believe, that are one of the main fuel sources to cause young women to skip blithely towards the ULTIMATE GOAL of marriage, without even the most basic of healthy caution, but with the huge confidence that they will make it work; they will have a marriage like the one in the Garden of Eden and raise angelic children and live in a house like Pemberley.
Mmmm….not happening.
Marriage is the most important relationship God has designed and it should be approached respectfully – it’s not something to fantasize over. It’s not a game, a vacation, or a fairy tale. It’s a 24/7 job.
So in conclusion, I believe that the same fervent restraint that health enthusiasts apply to their diet should also apply to their visual diet as well. We’ll be a healthier person in the long run. I know I probably won’t watch Pride and Prejudice again.
Content: I hadn’t realized there were objectionable scenes in this movie and was sent scrambling for the fast forward a few times. After the first two surprises I looked up a content advisory and knew when to skip for the next part. Probably most of you either know what I’m talking about or it has been edited out for you so I don’t feel the need to thrash out the details here.
There is also swearing.
And the low-cut gowns definitely keep this from being ‘Big Screen’ material – and what little gown there is on a woman is surprisingly sheer.
And now….
‘peers around cautiously’
It’s time to hear the feedback.
I don’t expect anyone to agree with me and am prepared to stand alone on these opinions.
I’m not trying to convert anyone OR condemn anyway with this post – merely sharing my thoughts in a sort of dissertation.
Next time – I’ll just eat alligator nuggets for a challenge – this type of challenge is far to controversial.
So anyway – share your thoughts!
If I reach certain amounts of subscribers on my blog, I will complete that challenge.
A month or so ago, I decided to watch the much lauded Pride and Prejudice (as well as reviewing it) after reaching 50 followers.
Well, I have reached 54 subscribers on my blog and I watched the BBC’s version of Pride and Prejudice.
And now it’s time to share my honest review.
You ready?
JUST KIDDING!
I promised an in-depth review and an in-depth review you shall get (don’t say I didn’t warn you and don’t beat me up).
Now – go ahead and scroll down while I put on my crash helmet.
The Acting / Characters.
Elizabeth Bennett.
Probably my favorite part about the whole movie – I really loved this actress.
Her stylish, elegant way of cutting off somebody at the knees, and regal disdain to idiocy and cattiness – love it. She rises above it – then grinds it under her heel. #kindarelates
I’m not saying that Lizzie was a shrew by any means – quite the opposite – she was merey surrounded by insufferable characters. An intelligent person drowning in a society of stupidity.
I like how Lizzie uses humor as a safety value and a coping mechanism and that is something that I can really relate to.
Jennifer Ehle’s acting is probably my favorite part of the movie. Her secret smile intrigues the watcher. Her delivery and personality possess an undeniable sang froid – passionate but controlled. All of her acting is superb and spot-on. Her unique delivery and characteriation was mostly what kept me watching.
Mr. Darcy
For the first few episodes, Collin Firth didn’t have much to do other then give smoldering looks past the camera. And while he did that with better success than most, I was more than ready for him to start speaking by episode 3 or so when he starts to show more character. Secondly, Mr. Darcy seems to be that breed of male character that populated books at this time (Gilbert Blythe is another character that comes to mind) where the male MC exists to jump out at the girl from bushes and closets and never seems to have any kind of life or anything to do outside of his pursuit of the main girl. I believe the modern term for this is ‘stalker’.
Based on my memories of Mr. Darcy, and all the common knowledge I have picked up through osmosis – I don’t think there could have been a better person to play him than Colin Firth. Aside from looking right for the part, having the right voice, Colin Firth captures the moody pride, the turbulent thoughts and the hidden nobility that make up Mr. Darcy. So ultimately – yes – a thumbs up for Mr. Darcy and Colin Firth – I liked them both.
I was a little confused by Mr. Darcy’s transformation – it seemed a little abrupt. He was so RUDE in the beginning and in actuality he was really nice . . .? I felt like the guy had dual personalites. I just felt that the two parts of him weren’t blended as smoothly as they could have been.
Mr. Bingley
I admire Mr Bingley’s outlook on life – he always spoke kindly of people – but my goodness, was he a blank cookie. And every time that man smiled and blinked those big, beady eyes I snorted with laughter and shuddered a little as his big, blank voice boomed across the room. So, I suppose, this was good casting and very accurate to the character in the book. As I said, I admired his kindness – but his kindness was starting to slide into ‘never having an opinion about anything’ and never speaking up about anything. A little limp, in my opinion.
Jane Bennett
The character is . . . okay. Nice, but, sheesh, is she in for some major shocks in this world. Without proper supervision by wiser characters, Jane would be destined to be a victim of unscrupulous people. I appreciated how nice she was supposed to be and I always admire people or characters that speak and think the best of others – but her absolute refusal to acknowledge evil behavior – to acknowledge that there are evil people in this world that do evil things – seemed to be pushing it too far. As if by the power of thinking nice – everybody will be nice.
That’s not how it works.
I think it might have come off better if they had had a different actress – instead of being sweet and mild, this actress looked more like she was falling asleep for the whole movie and produced a bland performance. Plus, I hate to say it, they kept saying she was the most beautiful sister, but I thought that Jennifer Ehle was more attractive.
Mr. Wickham
The actor did a pretty good portraying a fairly likeable character at the off-set (or maybe that was just because I was comparing him to the guy who didn’t speak at the time, i.e. Mr. Darcy) and slowly letting us realize that he is a TrainWrecker of Lives. We become gradually aware that he has the most shallow charisma and is a pathetically hollow person.
A pretty good cautionary tale for girls here. Just because the guy walks the walk and talks the talk doesn’t mean he is a good guy. It takes a while to get to know someone and you should look vigilantly for inconsistencies (which were present in Mr. Wickham from the very beginning) – and flee screaming from men (or people) like this.
Lydia Bennett
Well, there are women and girls like this in this world. Shallow, man-crazy, moralless simpletons – so, again, a cautionary tale.
Don’t be like this and don’t associate with people like this.
Julia Sawalha plays her alarmingly well, but has an interesting voice and just enough appeal to give us the faintest inkling for why someone hasn’t taken her for a long, long, walk in the woods . . . . near a cliff.
Mr. Collins
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a more repulsive performance than this guy.
I was having shudders on top of my shudders. I really felt the portrayal here was TOO MUCH. Talk about overboard. And was anybody else annoyed that this slimy creature was a vicar? While I while admit that historically men of the Church of England at this time might have decided on this career choice for the pay and position rather than any faith in Christ – it was ANNOYING to see the character that was supposed to be the moral example for everyone else in the room be the most disgusting character on screen.
Charlotte
I rather liked the actress – especially her crisp no-nonsense delivery, even if she was playing a rather pitiful character. I suppose we are supposed to feel sorry for Charlotte’s desperation, her grasping at straws named Collins, and her (supposed?) lack of advantages. And since the actress was rather likable they did succeed in making me feel sorry for her.
The Other Sisters
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Little joke there – because Mary and Kitty were basically place holders, background filler. Every story requires cardboard cutout characters and these two girls were it. The thing that annoyed me the most was that the character that seeks to edify their character with study and controlled living (Mary) is portrayed as an ugly, boring twit.
Mrs. Bennett
Well cast – if I remember the book correctly.
If I were Mr. Bennett – I would throw myself off the roof.
No further, comment.
Mr. Bennett
Bucking for “Most Despicable Character In Pride and Prejudice” – Mr. Bennett defined “failure as a father” in my mind. He has obviously let the girls do whatever they want without any concern about shaping their character. It’s like he presumes girls are born silly and never had any intention of getting involved in their upbringing.
The father doesn’t care about his daughter’s wild behavior, in fact, he wants to Lydia to get it out of her system and go ahead and make a fool of herself and disgrace herself and get it over with as long as it comes at little cost to himself.
He shows the most casual attitude towards his daughters disgraceful behavior throughout the movie and hardly blinks an eye when his youngest runs off to a life of sin with Wickham.
If somebody had done this to one of my Dad’s daughters (God forbid that we would ever be foolish enough to do that in the first place) my Dad would rip Wickham limb from limb.
Aside from being totally disinterested in his daughters (and obviously wanting a son instead of daughters, judging from the way he regards and chats with the more practical Lizzie) Mr. Bennett makes various unflattering and terrible comments about women throughout the movie.
He was a pathetic, miserable excuse for a father and is definitely the unsung villain of this story.
Lady Catherine.
Okay, necessary – but nothing really special in my mind – as far as acting or character. Just…whatever.
Miss Bingley.
ICK!
That Random Guy That Snored Drunkenly In Corners And Crammed Food In His Mouth.
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Welcome comic relief.
The Script / Story
I did ‘get’ the story more this time around.
Either my comprehension has improved slightly, this sort of dialogue is either easier to grasp in a movie form, or the dialogue was slightly rewritten and clipped down (if memory serves me right, I think this is the case) – but in whatever event, I found the dialogue flowed fairly well and I was able to follow the long-winded ‘paragraphs’ much more than the book. I even enjoyed it to a certain extent.
The ‘language’ and vocabulary is good and soothes my sensibilities when I am watching or reading something that is rather insipid, for at least I feel that I am learning something. “ducks”
Which brings me to the story.
I actually enjoyed the story more in a film format – it flowed, it made sense, things built up naturally, it was an interesting character study. The arc these two characters went through (Darcy and Elizabeth) was very real in the fact that human beings can often have grossly inaccurate assumptions and ideas about one another and it’s always interesting to see human beings go through mental or emotional changes and metamorphosis. But it was hard for me to really like or enjoy this story for several reasons which I will delve into further on.
The Romance
I liked it. Rejoice all ye peoples – Allison liked the romance!
Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth definitely had chemistry but, apparently, that wasn’t even acting – since the two actors were interested in each other in real life – so I don’t necessarily attribute this to skill. Nevertheless, it was good. Now I’m not necessarily enthused about it. More on that later.
Technical and Artistic Aspects
The Costumes
I thing that these costumes (this time period of historical dress) are some of the most unflattering gowns ever designed. At least the women’s costumes – they are pretty dreadful – although the actresses manage to pull them off. The men’s costumes were all right, though my eyes bugged out at some of the colors (that green coat of Darcy’s!) or patterns.
The Music
The music was okay for the most part but at times some of the main cues could be rather annoying. The repetitive piano tinkling does not always match the action on the screen.
The Editing
The editing is rather choppy and I feel that a lot of random scenes could have been cut.
The Cinematography
It is fairly well shot – memory is starting to blur but I remember some rather nice decisions with the cinematography involving sweeping shots from room to room and so on.
Random Likes
Nice opening credits; I spent some time wondering about the exquisite embroidery featured in them.
The relationship between Elisabeth and Jane was nice; I have a weakness for movies that showcase sister relationships.
P&P is rife with Gif material.
And now . . . moving on to the stickier territory.
– The Culture –
The sallow, petty, marriage-based culture is horrifying to me.
Rather sad that our marriage culture has not changed – Christians have built up a culture that views everyone as “marriage material” instead of just a human being.
Most girls look at Pride and Prejudice and see a fairyland – I see a prison. I see women in cages and on leashes, trapped and being told that the only option in life is to marry – and marry anything – to not do so – would be a fate worse than death. Even if the man is the most repulsive creature on the planet.
Seeing women with so little identity and so anxious to be claimed in matrimony is awful. Discontent and lack of self-worth is one of the most unattractive qualities you can have in a woman, I think.
Take Away Value.
This movie made me extremely, intensely grateful tolive in the twenty first century. Obviously, there are abuses with this freedom, but just because there are abuses doesn’t make it any less freeing to those who responsibly use it.
I am blessed to live in a country and a time when women don’t have to be valued chiefly by whatever man she is attached to. Don’t get me wrong, I love my father and brother and may God grant that I have the privilege of being with them for as long as possible – but if I were alone – I would not be belittled or beleaguered unless I chose to live a belittled and beleaguered life.
80 percent of the things I do on a day to day basis would not be allowed in Jane Austen’s time period. Making sales calls, moving furniture . . .
I am free to do anything and be anything I chose, within reason.
I can take pride in having a job and not be ashamed that I work.
I can appreciate honest labor instead of belittling it and being envious of a higher class.
Yes, indeed – Pride and Prejudice made me very, very grateful to be living in the 21st Century.
The Morals.
Just when I start to get discouraged by our godless culture, I can watch something like this and remind myself that the godless have always been among us, there’s no escaping it.
Reading this as a fifteen year old, I was disgusted at the loose morals portrayed in this book.
Allow me to compare this to Louisa May Alcott – the American equivalent of Jane Austen – who built her works on the moral right and wrong that generously infused much of our old literature, thanks to America’s Puritan background. Life had a purpose, events had object lessons, singlehood was not something to be despised, the greatest good to live for others, and that there is Someone greater than ourselves (or Mr Darcy) to turn to.
When Meg March gets drunk at a party – characters (both male and female) are scandalized. The good characters, the heroes (the only ones we care about), are shocked and disgusted. And the summarization is that losing the ‘regard’ of crass people is not a loss at all – it is more important to keep your own self respect and the respect of decent people who love you and whom you love.
Whereas in Pride and Prejudice as long as it is acceptable by the culture at large, the behavior is acceptable. Something is only judged unacceptable if the culture rejects it. So since the culture consists largely of idiotic and godless people – idiotic and godless behavior is accepted. The younger girls are constantly romping in a scandalous manner with any male that walks onto the screen. They don’t know when to stop flirting – and take it to far. When they do this – most of the other characters look on with rather indulgent smiles. Mr. Darcy was absolutely CORRECT in thinking that the Bennetts are not decent people to associate with and far beneath his class of LIVING. There are ‘different classes’ of people, no matter how hard we try to avoid it. I’m not talking wealthy and the modest income – I’m talking classes of behavior – moral classes.
When Lizzie finally does realize that Lydia is making the Bennett name a bad one – she seems a little more worried about ‘what people will think’ – then the fact that Lydia is on the downward path to you-know-where. When Lizzie confesses her fears about Wickham to her father he doesn’t really care – he DOESN’T CARE and no one warns anyone about Wickham’s behavior because, heaven forbid, that we should speak ill of an OFFICER! (as if the characters haven’t been gossiping all through-out the movie, so why stop now?).
Lizzie was a fool not to warn her sisters about Wickham (although, unfortunately – her sisters wouldn’t have paid her attention anyway because they’re fools too).
When Lydia does get in trouble with Wickham the emphasis is still on ‘what people will think’ – and granted there is a reasonable disgrace in association but still – no one seems to think: “Hmm – maybe we could have averted this or could avert this in the future?” Mr. Bennett’s solution is to never let his girls out again.
Mmhmm – and when did total abstinence ever keep anyone from sinning? He’s willing enough to go the easy route and institute physical rules on his daughters (although he’s such a pushover he probably wouldn’t hold his ground long) but he has no concern over his daughters heart issues or their souls.
When Wickham and Lydia show their faces at the Bennett’s home the Bennett’s welcome them cordially and seem to sweep everything under the rug. As long as everything is ‘proper’ now – there’s no hard feelings and Wickham really can’t be such a bad egg after all.
it’s all fun and games until somebody thinks it’s not proper THEN we get some action – where it’s the right or wrong action is totally debatable.
What Was It Trying To Say?
I have been informed—and realize—thatJane Austen wrote the book as a social commentary (though I still maintain that she seemed to suggest that the reason you shouldn’t have lose morals is simply because it “wasn’t done” not for Christian moral reasons). It was almost a cautionary tale. Don’t throw yourself at the first available guy and that you should also marry an equal and have a meeting of the minds – not just physical attraction.
Oddly enough, everyone that watches the movie seem to go away thinking of nothing BUT the romance. Instead of watching a social commentary, the modern audience watches it as a straight-up romance and walk away squealing: “I love Mr. Darcy.” instead of actually thinking about what Jane Austen seemed to be trying to say. They get sentimental over the romance and ignore the moral message.
The filmmakers themselves seemed to have forgotten any deeper meaning to Pride and Prejudice and inserted scene after seen to ratchet up the physical attraction between Darcy and Elizabeth. The sensual push was ridiculous – considering that the whole theme and point of the story was supposed to be about Elizabeth and Darcy being equals – not just attracted to one another.
I am very sensitive to body language, and I also noted that Colin Firth himself seems to be intently focused on being as provocative as possible to the viewers. So to love Mr. Darcy – seems to be due to suggestion rather than his actual character. Girls walk away holding Mr. Darcy as the ideal man. The whole POINT of Mr. Darcy the REASON why he is so famous is because he is a FLAWED character. It seems strange that girls would hold him as such the idealized man. Again, I think what is really coming into play here is Colin Firth’s provocative performance.
I really resent this subtle play on women’s emotions – and am annoyed at the way filmmakers are building emotional and sensory based pits like this for female viewers to fall into time after time.
I’m not say this is true for every female viewer – I know several very pragmatic viewers of Pride and Prejudice who identified and appreciated the deeper theme – but this is just a reaction that, overall, Pride and Prejudice seems to produce.
Summary
I sort of enjoyed Pride and Prejudice – but just because you enjoy something – doesn’t mean that it is edifying – or that pleasure is synonymous with permission.
Pride and Prejudice touches a little vein of self-satisfaction because it is such a classic so there is a lot of pressure and a real urge to like it . . . and a certain kind of gratification when you do. But is it really edifying?
I would have to say – no, not really.
Like whipped cream—it is calories without nutrition.
Do I read fluff? ABSOLUTELY. All I’m saying is that this particular kind of fluff I wouldn’t recommend as a steady diet of for ladies. Just like as an adult I have finally learned that I can’t eat a lot of sweets without getting sick – I know that I would do equally poorly on a diet of romance or Jane Austen.
Pride and Prejudice dwells on the loose morals of decayed minds without any real solution or consequences to those morals (not when we have Mr. Darcy’s to conveniently save the day). Pride and Prejudice is about a silly group of people making silly mistakes.
True to life? A good cautionary tale? Yes. But I can think of better and more edifying books and movies that do the same thing.
People might argue that Pride and Prejudice is an important way to study society.
A history book would tell you more.
People might tell you Pride and Prejudice is a classic. Well, smoking is a classic thing to do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take up smoking. And believe me, romance stories can be just as addictive to women.
It is really more the feelings that Pride and Prejudice evokes that I am ‘against’.
I like a nice, well-done romance as much as the next girl – but there is something about this kind of romance that strikes a giddy chord in women – and I don’t think it’s very edifying to strike that chord. It puts our thinking on a silly train of thought and it is hard to derail that train of giddy thinking once we have shoveled coal into its engine.
Most viewers would prefer to simply be swept along on the tide of their emotions and enjoy the flood – “Oh, we’re women, we’re supposed to be emotional.” Absolutely, but: “Our biblically enlightened minds should control our emotions.” Out-of-control emotions are my worst enemy and have gotten me into more scrapes than the rest of me put together. I prefer reason and a will daily surrendered to God to control my emotions. My emotions will betray me if I don’t keep an ironclad hold on them. And by abstinence from overly romantic stories (and I mean HIGHLY idealized stories that have nothing to do with reality) I can keep better control over my mind and emotions.
Stories have a powerful effect on us, it’s no good to say that Narnia affects us to the core and then go to Pride and Prejudice and pretend it doesn’t effect as just as deeply. The question is, does the story it affect us positively?
Pride and Prejudice is basically a fairy tale, but a fairy tale stripped of its moral backbone. And what do we have left when that happens to a fairy tale? A spoonful of sugar.
Sugar might taste good – and I like indulging just as much as the next person – but too much of it’s still not good for me. I may like the taste, but my throat physically starts to close up if I eat too much or have something too sweet. And that’s how your reason should work with your emotions. Your emotions might be tickled and want more, but your reason should be whispering to you and coming to your rescue.
It’s constantly watching and reading stories like this, I believe, that are one of the main fuel sources to cause young women to skip blithely towards the ULTIMATE GOAL of marriage, without even the most basic of healthy caution, but with the huge confidence that they will make it work; they will have a marriage like the one in the Garden of Eden and raise angelic children and live in a house like Pemberley.
Mmmm….not happening.
Marriage is the most important relationship God has designed and it should be approached respectfully – it’s not something to fantasize over. It’s not a game, a vacation, or a fairy tale. It’s a 24/7 job.
So in conclusion, I believe that the same fervent restraint that health enthusiasts apply to their diet should also apply to their visual diet as well. We’ll be a healthier person in the long run. I know I probably won’t watch Pride and Prejudice again.
Content: I hadn’t realized there were objectionable scenes in this movie and was sent scrambling for the fast forward a few times. After the first two surprises I looked up a content advisory and knew when to skip for the next part. Probably most of you either know what I’m talking about or it has been edited out for you so I don’t feel the need to thrash out the details here.
There is also swearing.
And the low-cut gowns definitely keep this from being ‘Big Screen’ material – and what little gown there is on a woman is surprisingly sheer.
And now….
‘peers around cautiously’
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It’s time to hear the feedback.
I don’t expect anyone to agree with me and am prepared to stand alone on these opinions.
I’m not trying to convert anyone OR condemn anyway with this post – merely sharing my thoughts in a sort of dissertation.
Next time – I’ll just eat alligator nuggets for a challenge – this type of challenge is far to controversial.
So anyway – share your thoughts!
Pride and Prejudice –
As many of you may know – I accept challenges.
If I reach certain amounts of subscribers on my blog, I will complete that challenge.
A month or so ago, I decided to watch the much lauded Pride and Prejudice (as well as reviewing it) after reaching 50 followers.
Well, I have reached 54 subscribers on my blog and I watched the BBC’s version of Pride and Prejudice.
And now it’s time to share my honest review.
You ready?
JUST KIDDING!
I promised an in-depth review and an in-depth review you shall get (don’t say I didn’t warn you and don’t beat me up).
Now – go ahead and scroll down while I put on my crash helmet.
The Acting / Characters.
Elizabeth Bennett.
Probably my favorite part about the whole movie – I really loved this actress.
Her stylish, elegant way of cutting off somebody at the knees, and regal disdain to idiocy and cattiness – love it. She rises above it – then grinds it under her heel. #kindarelates
I’m not saying that Lizzie was a shrew by any means – quite the opposite – she was merey surrounded by insufferable characters. An intelligent person drowning in a society of stupidity.
I like how Lizzie uses humor as a safety value and a coping mechanism and that is something that I can really relate to.
Jennifer Ehle’s acting is probably my favorite part of the movie. Her secret smile intrigues the watcher. Her delivery and personality possess an undeniable sang froid – passionate but controlled. All of her acting is superb and spot-on. Her unique delivery and characteriation was mostly what kept me watching.
Mr. Darcy
For the first few episodes, Collin Firth didn’t have much to do other then give smoldering looks past the camera. And while he did that with better success than most, I was more than ready for him to start speaking by episode 3 or so when he starts to show more character. Secondly, Mr. Darcy seems to be that breed of male character that populated books at this time (Gilbert Blythe is another character that comes to mind) where the male MC exists to jump out at the girl from bushes and closets and never seems to have any kind of life or anything to do outside of his pursuit of the main girl. I believe the modern term for this is ‘stalker’.
Based on my memories of Mr. Darcy, and all the common knowledge I have picked up through osmosis – I don’t think there could have been a better person to play him than Colin Firth. Aside from looking right for the part, having the right voice, Colin Firth captures the moody pride, the turbulent thoughts and the hidden nobility that make up Mr. Darcy. So ultimately – yes – a thumbs up for Mr. Darcy and Colin Firth – I liked them both.
I was a little confused by Mr. Darcy’s transformation – it seemed a little abrupt. He was so RUDE in the beginning and in actuality he was really nice . . .? I felt like the guy had dual personalites. I just felt that the two parts of him weren’t blended as smoothly as they could have been.
Mr. Bingley
I admire Mr Bingley’s outlook on life – he always spoke kindly of people – but my goodness, was he a blank cookie. And every time that man smiled and blinked those big, beady eyes I snorted with laughter and shuddered a little as his big, blank voice boomed across the room. So, I suppose, this was good casting and very accurate to the character in the book. As I said, I admired his kindness – but his kindness was starting to slide into ‘never having an opinion about anything’ and never speaking up about anything. A little limp, in my opinion.
Jane Bennett
The character is . . . okay. Nice, but, sheesh, is she in for some major shocks in this world. Without proper supervision by wiser characters, Jane would be destined to be a victim of unscrupulous people. I appreciated how nice she was supposed to be and I always admire people or characters that speak and think the best of others – but her absolute refusal to acknowledge evil behavior – to acknowledge that there are evil people in this world that do evil things – seemed to be pushing it too far. As if by the power of thinking nice – everybody will be nice.
That’s not how it works.
I think it might have come off better if they had had a different actress – instead of being sweet and mild, this actress looked more like she was falling asleep for the whole movie and produced a bland performance. Plus, I hate to say it, they kept saying she was the most beautiful sister, but I thought that Jennifer Ehle was more attractive.
Mr. Wickham
The actor did a pretty good portraying a fairly likeable character at the off-set (or maybe that was just because I was comparing him to the guy who didn’t speak at the time, i.e. Mr. Darcy) and slowly letting us realize that he is a TrainWrecker of Lives. We become gradually aware that he has the most shallow charisma and is a pathetically hollow person.
A pretty good cautionary tale for girls here. Just because the guy walks the walk and talks the talk doesn’t mean he is a good guy. It takes a while to get to know someone and you should look vigilantly for inconsistencies (which were present in Mr. Wickham from the very beginning) – and flee screaming from men (or people) like this.
Lydia Bennett
Well, there are women and girls like this in this world. Shallow, man-crazy, moralless simpletons – so, again, a cautionary tale.
Don’t be like this and don’t associate with people like this.
Julia Sawalha plays her alarmingly well, but has an interesting voice and just enough appeal to give us the faintest inkling for why someone hasn’t taken her for a long, long, walk in the woods . . . . near a cliff.
Mr. Collins
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a more repulsive performance than this guy.
I was having shudders on top of my shudders. I really felt the portrayal here was TOO MUCH. Talk about overboard. And was anybody else annoyed that this slimy creature was a vicar? While I while admit that historically men of the Church of England at this time might have decided on this career choice for the pay and position rather than any faith in Christ – it was ANNOYING to see the character that was supposed to be the moral example for everyone else in the room be the most disgusting character on screen.
Charlotte
I rather liked the actress – especially her crisp no-nonsense delivery, even if she was playing a rather pitiful character. I suppose we are supposed to feel sorry for Charlotte’s desperation, her grasping at straws named Collins, and her (supposed?) lack of advantages. And since the actress was rather likable they did succeed in making me feel sorry for her.
The Other Sisters
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Little joke there – because Mary and Kitty were basically place holders, background filler. Every story requires cardboard cutout characters and these two girls were it. The thing that annoyed me the most was that the character that seeks to edify their character with study and controlled living (Mary) is portrayed as an ugly, boring twit.
Mrs. Bennett
Well cast – if I remember the book correctly.
If I were Mr. Bennett – I would throw myself off the roof.
No further, comment.
Mr. Bennett
Bucking for “Most Despicable Character In Pride and Prejudice” – Mr. Bennett defined “failure as a father” in my mind. He has obviously let the girls do whatever they want without any concern about shaping their character. It’s like he presumes girls are born silly and never had any intention of getting involved in their upbringing.
The father doesn’t care about his daughter’s wild behavior, in fact, he wants to Lydia to get it out of her system and go ahead and make a fool of herself and disgrace herself and get it over with as long as it comes at little cost to himself.
He shows the most casual attitude towards his daughters disgraceful behavior throughout the movie and hardly blinks an eye when his youngest runs off to a life of sin with Wickham.
If somebody had done this to one of my Dad’s daughters (God forbid that we would ever be foolish enough to do that in the first place) my Dad would rip Wickham limb from limb.
Aside from being totally disinterested in his daughters (and obviously wanting a son instead of daughters, judging from the way he regards and chats with the more practical Lizzie) Mr. Bennett makes various unflattering and terrible comments about women throughout the movie.
He was a pathetic, miserable excuse for a father and is definitely the unsung villain of this story.
Lady Catherine.
Okay, necessary – but nothing really special in my mind – as far as acting or character. Just…whatever.
Miss Bingley.
ICK!
That Random Guy That Snored Drunkenly In Corners And Crammed Food In His Mouth.
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Welcome comic relief.
The Script / Story
I did ‘get’ the story more this time around.
Either my comprehension has improved slightly, this sort of dialogue is either easier to grasp in a movie form, or the dialogue was slightly rewritten and clipped down (if memory serves me right, I think this is the case) – but in whatever event, I found the dialogue flowed fairly well and I was able to follow the long-winded ‘paragraphs’ much more than the book. I even enjoyed it to a certain extent.
The ‘language’ and vocabulary is good and soothes my sensibilities when I am watching or reading something that is rather insipid, for at least I feel that I am learning something. “ducks”
Which brings me to the story.
I actually enjoyed the story more in a film format – it flowed, it made sense, things built up naturally, it was an interesting character study. The arc these two characters went through (Darcy and Elizabeth) was very real in the fact that human beings can often have grossly inaccurate assumptions and ideas about one another and it’s always interesting to see human beings go through mental or emotional changes and metamorphosis. But it was hard for me to really like or enjoy this story for several reasons which I will delve into further on.
The Romance
I liked it. Rejoice all ye peoples – Allison liked the romance!
Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth definitely had chemistry but, apparently, that wasn’t even acting – since the two actors were interested in each other in real life – so I don’t necessarily attribute this to skill. Nevertheless, it was good. Now I’m not necessarily enthused about it. More on that later.
Technical and Artistic Aspects
The Costumes
I thing that these costumes (this time period of historical dress) are some of the most unflattering gowns ever designed. At least the women’s costumes – they are pretty dreadful – although the actresses manage to pull them off. The men’s costumes were all right, though my eyes bugged out at some of the colors (that green coat of Darcy’s!) or patterns.
The Music
The music was okay for the most part but at times some of the main cues could be rather annoying. The repetitive piano tinkling does not always match the action on the screen.
The Editing
The editing is rather choppy and I feel that a lot of random scenes could have been cut.
The Cinematography
It is fairly well shot – memory is starting to blur but I remember some rather nice decisions with the cinematography involving sweeping shots from room to room and so on.
Random Likes
Nice opening credits; I spent some time wondering about the exquisite embroidery featured in them.
The relationship between Elisabeth and Jane was nice; I have a weakness for movies that showcase sister relationships.
P&P is rife with Gif material.
And now . . . moving on to the stickier territory.
– The Culture –
The sallow, petty, marriage-based culture is horrifying to me.
Rather sad that our marriage culture has not changed – Christians have built up a culture that views everyone as “marriage material” instead of just a human being.
Most girls look at Pride and Prejudice and see a fairyland – I see a prison. I see women in cages and on leashes, trapped and being told that the only option in life is to marry – and marry anything – to not do so – would be a fate worse than death. Even if the man is the most repulsive creature on the planet.
Seeing women with so little identity and so anxious to be claimed in matrimony is awful. Discontent and lack of self-worth is one of the most unattractive qualities you can have in a woman, I think.
Take Away Value.
This movie made me extremely, intensely grateful tolive in the twenty first century. Obviously, there are abuses with this freedom, but just because there are abuses doesn’t make it any less freeing to those who responsibly use it.
I am blessed to live in a country and a time when women don’t have to be valued chiefly by whatever man she is attached to. Don’t get me wrong, I love my father and brother and may God grant that I have the privilege of being with them for as long as possible – but if I were alone – I would not be belittled or beleaguered unless I chose to live a belittled and beleaguered life.
80 percent of the things I do on a day to day basis would not be allowed in Jane Austen’s time period. Making sales calls, moving furniture . . .
I am free to do anything and be anything I chose, within reason.
I can take pride in having a job and not be ashamed that I work.
I can appreciate honest labor instead of belittling it and being envious of a higher class.
Yes, indeed – Pride and Prejudice made me very, very grateful to be living in the 21st Century.
The Morals.
Just when I start to get discouraged by our godless culture, I can watch something like this and remind myself that the godless have always been among us, there’s no escaping it.
Reading this as a fifteen year old, I was disgusted at the loose morals portrayed in this book.
Allow me to compare this to Louisa May Alcott – the American equivalent of Jane Austen – who built her works on the moral right and wrong that generously infused much of our old literature, thanks to America’s Puritan background. Life had a purpose, events had object lessons, singlehood was not something to be despised, the greatest good to live for others, and that there is Someone greater than ourselves (or Mr Darcy) to turn to.
When Meg March gets drunk at a party – characters (both male and female) are scandalized. The good characters, the heroes (the only ones we care about), are shocked and disgusted. And the summarization is that losing the ‘regard’ of crass people is not a loss at all – it is more important to keep your own self respect and the respect of decent people who love you and whom you love.
Whereas in Pride and Prejudice as long as it is acceptable by the culture at large, the behavior is acceptable. Something is only judged unacceptable if the culture rejects it. So since the culture consists largely of idiotic and godless people – idiotic and godless behavior is accepted. The younger girls are constantly romping in a scandalous manner with any male that walks onto the screen. They don’t know when to stop flirting – and take it to far. When they do this – most of the other characters look on with rather indulgent smiles. Mr. Darcy was absolutely CORRECT in thinking that the Bennetts are not decent people to associate with and far beneath his class of LIVING. There are ‘different classes’ of people, no matter how hard we try to avoid it. I’m not talking wealthy and the modest income – I’m talking classes of behavior – moral classes.
When Lizzie finally does realize that Lydia is making the Bennett name a bad one – she seems a little more worried about ‘what people will think’ – then the fact that Lydia is on the downward path to you-know-where. When Lizzie confesses her fears about Wickham to her father he doesn’t really care – he DOESN’T CARE and no one warns anyone about Wickham’s behavior because, heaven forbid, that we should speak ill of an OFFICER! (as if the characters haven’t been gossiping all through-out the movie, so why stop now?).
Lizzie was a fool not to warn her sisters about Wickham (although, unfortunately – her sisters wouldn’t have paid her attention anyway because they’re fools too).
When Lydia does get in trouble with Wickham the emphasis is still on ‘what people will think’ – and granted there is a reasonable disgrace in association but still – no one seems to think: “Hmm – maybe we could have averted this or could avert this in the future?” Mr. Bennett’s solution is to never let his girls out again.
Mmhmm – and when did total abstinence ever keep anyone from sinning? He’s willing enough to go the easy route and institute physical rules on his daughters (although he’s such a pushover he probably wouldn’t hold his ground long) but he has no concern over his daughters heart issues or their souls.
When Wickham and Lydia show their faces at the Bennett’s home the Bennett’s welcome them cordially and seem to sweep everything under the rug. As long as everything is ‘proper’ now – there’s no hard feelings and Wickham really can’t be such a bad egg after all.
it’s all fun and games until somebody thinks it’s not proper THEN we get some action – where it’s the right or wrong action is totally debatable.
What Was It Trying To Say?
I have been informed—and realize—thatJane Austen wrote the book as a social commentary (though I still maintain that she seemed to suggest that the reason you shouldn’t have lose morals is simply because it “wasn’t done” not for Christian moral reasons). It was almost a cautionary tale. Don’t throw yourself at the first available guy and that you should also marry an equal and have a meeting of the minds – not just physical attraction.
Oddly enough, everyone that watches the movie seem to go away thinking of nothing BUT the romance. Instead of watching a social commentary, the modern audience watches it as a straight-up romance and walk away squealing: “I love Mr. Darcy.” instead of actually thinking about what Jane Austen seemed to be trying to say. They get sentimental over the romance and ignore the moral message.
The filmmakers themselves seemed to have forgotten any deeper meaning to Pride and Prejudice and inserted scene after seen to ratchet up the physical attraction between Darcy and Elizabeth. The sensual push was ridiculous – considering that the whole theme and point of the story was supposed to be about Elizabeth and Darcy being equals – not just attracted to one another.
I am very sensitive to body language, and I also noted that Colin Firth himself seems to be intently focused on being as provocative as possible to the viewers. So to love Mr. Darcy – seems to be due to suggestion rather than his actual character. Girls walk away holding Mr. Darcy as the ideal man. The whole POINT of Mr. Darcy the REASON why he is so famous is because he is a FLAWED character. It seems strange that girls would hold him as such the idealized man. Again, I think what is really coming into play here is Colin Firth’s provocative performance.
I really resent this subtle play on women’s emotions – and am annoyed at the way filmmakers are building emotional and sensory based pits like this for female viewers to fall into time after time.
I’m not say this is true for every female viewer – I know several very pragmatic viewers of Pride and Prejudice who identified and appreciated the deeper theme – but this is just a reaction that, overall, Pride and Prejudice seems to produce.
Summary
I sort of enjoyed Pride and Prejudice – but just because you enjoy something – doesn’t mean that it is edifying – or that pleasure is synonymous with permission.
Pride and Prejudice touches a little vein of self-satisfaction because it is such a classic so there is a lot of pressure and a real urge to like it . . . and a certain kind of gratification when you do. But is it really edifying?
I would have to say – no, not really.
Like whipped cream—it is calories without nutrition.
Do I read fluff? ABSOLUTELY. All I’m saying is that this particular kind of fluff I wouldn’t recommend as a steady diet of for ladies. Just like as an adult I have finally learned that I can’t eat a lot of sweets without getting sick – I know that I would do equally poorly on a diet of romance or Jane Austen.
Pride and Prejudice dwells on the loose morals of decayed minds without any real solution or consequences to those morals (not when we have Mr. Darcy’s to conveniently save the day). Pride and Prejudice is about a silly group of people making silly mistakes.
True to life? A good cautionary tale? Yes. But I can think of better and more edifying books and movies that do the same thing.
People might argue that Pride and Prejudice is an important way to study society.
A history book would tell you more.
People might tell you Pride and Prejudice is a classic. Well, smoking is a classic thing to do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take up smoking. And believe me, romance stories can be just as addictive to women.
It is really more the feelings that Pride and Prejudice evokes that I am ‘against’.
I like a nice, well-done romance as much as the next girl – but there is something about this kind of romance that strikes a giddy chord in women – and I don’t think it’s very edifying to strike that chord. It puts our thinking on a silly train of thought and it is hard to derail that train of giddy thinking once we have shoveled coal into its engine.
Most viewers would prefer to simply be swept along on the tide of their emotions and enjoy the flood – “Oh, we’re women, we’re supposed to be emotional.” Absolutely, but: “Our biblically enlightened minds should control our emotions.” Out-of-control emotions are my worst enemy and have gotten me into more scrapes than the rest of me put together. I prefer reason and a will daily surrendered to God to control my emotions. My emotions will betray me if I don’t keep an ironclad hold on them. And by abstinence from overly romantic stories (and I mean HIGHLY idealized stories that have nothing to do with reality) I can keep better control over my mind and emotions.
Stories have a powerful effect on us, it’s no good to say that Narnia affects us to the core and then go to Pride and Prejudice and pretend it doesn’t effect as just as deeply. The question is, does the story it affect us positively?
Pride and Prejudice is basically a fairy tale, but a fairy tale stripped of its moral backbone. And what do we have left when that happens to a fairy tale? A spoonful of sugar.
Sugar might taste good – and I like indulging just as much as the next person – but too much of it’s still not good for me. I may like the taste, but my throat physically starts to close up if I eat too much or have something too sweet. And that’s how your reason should work with your emotions. Your emotions might be tickled and want more, but your reason should be whispering to you and coming to your rescue.
It’s constantly watching and reading stories like this, I believe, that are one of the main fuel sources to cause young women to skip blithely towards the ULTIMATE GOAL of marriage, without even the most basic of healthy caution, but with the huge confidence that they will make it work; they will have a marriage like the one in the Garden of Eden and raise angelic children and live in a house like Pemberley.
Mmmm….not happening.
Marriage is the most important relationship God has designed and it should be approached respectfully – it’s not something to fantasize over. It’s not a game, a vacation, or a fairy tale. It’s a 24/7 job.
So in conclusion, I believe that the same fervent restraint that health enthusiasts apply to their diet should also apply to their visual diet as well. We’ll be a healthier person in the long run. I know I probably won’t watch Pride and Prejudice again.
Content: I hadn’t realized there were objectionable scenes in this movie and was sent scrambling for the fast forward a few times. After the first two surprises I looked up a content advisory and knew when to skip for the next part. Probably most of you either know what I’m talking about or it has been edited out for you so I don’t feel the need to thrash out the details here.
There is also swearing.
And the low-cut gowns definitely keep this from being ‘Big Screen’ material – and what little gown there is on a woman is surprisingly sheer.
And now….
‘peers around cautiously’
It’s time to hear the feedback.
I don’t expect anyone to agree with me and am prepared to stand alone on these opinions.
I’m not trying to convert anyone OR condemn anyway with this post – merely sharing my thoughts in a sort of dissertation.
Next time – I’ll just eat alligator nuggets for a challenge – this type of challenge is far to controversial.
So anyway – share your thoughts!
If I reach certain amounts of subscribers on my blog, I will complete that challenge.
A month or so ago, I decided to watch the much lauded Pride and Prejudice (as well as reviewing it) after reaching 50 followers.
Well, I have reached 54 subscribers on my blog and I watched the BBC’s version of Pride and Prejudice.
And now it’s time to share my honest review.
You ready?
JUST KIDDING!
I promised an in-depth review and an in-depth review you shall get (don’t say I didn’t warn you and don’t beat me up).
Now – go ahead and scroll down while I put on my crash helmet.
The Acting / Characters.
Elizabeth Bennett.
Probably my favorite part about the whole movie – I really loved this actress.
Her stylish, elegant way of cutting off somebody at the knees, and regal disdain to idiocy and cattiness – love it. She rises above it – then grinds it under her heel. #kindarelates
I’m not saying that Lizzie was a shrew by any means – quite the opposite – she was merey surrounded by insufferable characters. An intelligent person drowning in a society of stupidity.
I like how Lizzie uses humor as a safety value and a coping mechanism and that is something that I can really relate to.
Jennifer Ehle’s acting is probably my favorite part of the movie. Her secret smile intrigues the watcher. Her delivery and personality possess an undeniable sang froid – passionate but controlled. All of her acting is superb and spot-on. Her unique delivery and characteriation was mostly what kept me watching.
Mr. Darcy
For the first few episodes, Collin Firth didn’t have much to do other then give smoldering looks past the camera. And while he did that with better success than most, I was more than ready for him to start speaking by episode 3 or so when he starts to show more character. Secondly, Mr. Darcy seems to be that breed of male character that populated books at this time (Gilbert Blythe is another character that comes to mind) where the male MC exists to jump out at the girl from bushes and closets and never seems to have any kind of life or anything to do outside of his pursuit of the main girl. I believe the modern term for this is ‘stalker’.
Based on my memories of Mr. Darcy, and all the common knowledge I have picked up through osmosis – I don’t think there could have been a better person to play him than Colin Firth. Aside from looking right for the part, having the right voice, Colin Firth captures the moody pride, the turbulent thoughts and the hidden nobility that make up Mr. Darcy. So ultimately – yes – a thumbs up for Mr. Darcy and Colin Firth – I liked them both.
I was a little confused by Mr. Darcy’s transformation – it seemed a little abrupt. He was so RUDE in the beginning and in actuality he was really nice . . .? I felt like the guy had dual personalites. I just felt that the two parts of him weren’t blended as smoothly as they could have been.
Mr. Bingley
I admire Mr Bingley’s outlook on life – he always spoke kindly of people – but my goodness, was he a blank cookie. And every time that man smiled and blinked those big, beady eyes I snorted with laughter and shuddered a little as his big, blank voice boomed across the room. So, I suppose, this was good casting and very accurate to the character in the book. As I said, I admired his kindness – but his kindness was starting to slide into ‘never having an opinion about anything’ and never speaking up about anything. A little limp, in my opinion.
Jane Bennett
The character is . . . okay. Nice, but, sheesh, is she in for some major shocks in this world. Without proper supervision by wiser characters, Jane would be destined to be a victim of unscrupulous people. I appreciated how nice she was supposed to be and I always admire people or characters that speak and think the best of others – but her absolute refusal to acknowledge evil behavior – to acknowledge that there are evil people in this world that do evil things – seemed to be pushing it too far. As if by the power of thinking nice – everybody will be nice.
That’s not how it works.
I think it might have come off better if they had had a different actress – instead of being sweet and mild, this actress looked more like she was falling asleep for the whole movie and produced a bland performance. Plus, I hate to say it, they kept saying she was the most beautiful sister, but I thought that Jennifer Ehle was more attractive.
Mr. Wickham
The actor did a pretty good portraying a fairly likeable character at the off-set (or maybe that was just because I was comparing him to the guy who didn’t speak at the time, i.e. Mr. Darcy) and slowly letting us realize that he is a TrainWrecker of Lives. We become gradually aware that he has the most shallow charisma and is a pathetically hollow person.
A pretty good cautionary tale for girls here. Just because the guy walks the walk and talks the talk doesn’t mean he is a good guy. It takes a while to get to know someone and you should look vigilantly for inconsistencies (which were present in Mr. Wickham from the very beginning) – and flee screaming from men (or people) like this.
Lydia Bennett
Well, there are women and girls like this in this world. Shallow, man-crazy, moralless simpletons – so, again, a cautionary tale.
Don’t be like this and don’t associate with people like this.
Julia Sawalha plays her alarmingly well, but has an interesting voice and just enough appeal to give us the faintest inkling for why someone hasn’t taken her for a long, long, walk in the woods . . . . near a cliff.
Mr. Collins
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a more repulsive performance than this guy.
I was having shudders on top of my shudders. I really felt the portrayal here was TOO MUCH. Talk about overboard. And was anybody else annoyed that this slimy creature was a vicar? While I while admit that historically men of the Church of England at this time might have decided on this career choice for the pay and position rather than any faith in Christ – it was ANNOYING to see the character that was supposed to be the moral example for everyone else in the room be the most disgusting character on screen.
Charlotte
I rather liked the actress – especially her crisp no-nonsense delivery, even if she was playing a rather pitiful character. I suppose we are supposed to feel sorry for Charlotte’s desperation, her grasping at straws named Collins, and her (supposed?) lack of advantages. And since the actress was rather likable they did succeed in making me feel sorry for her.
The Other Sisters
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Little joke there – because Mary and Kitty were basically place holders, background filler. Every story requires cardboard cutout characters and these two girls were it. The thing that annoyed me the most was that the character that seeks to edify their character with study and controlled living (Mary) is portrayed as an ugly, boring twit.
Mrs. Bennett
Well cast – if I remember the book correctly.
If I were Mr. Bennett – I would throw myself off the roof.
No further, comment.
Mr. Bennett
Bucking for “Most Despicable Character In Pride and Prejudice” – Mr. Bennett defined “failure as a father” in my mind. He has obviously let the girls do whatever they want without any concern about shaping their character. It’s like he presumes girls are born silly and never had any intention of getting involved in their upbringing.
The father doesn’t care about his daughter’s wild behavior, in fact, he wants to Lydia to get it out of her system and go ahead and make a fool of herself and disgrace herself and get it over with as long as it comes at little cost to himself.
He shows the most casual attitude towards his daughters disgraceful behavior throughout the movie and hardly blinks an eye when his youngest runs off to a life of sin with Wickham.
If somebody had done this to one of my Dad’s daughters (God forbid that we would ever be foolish enough to do that in the first place) my Dad would rip Wickham limb from limb.
Aside from being totally disinterested in his daughters (and obviously wanting a son instead of daughters, judging from the way he regards and chats with the more practical Lizzie) Mr. Bennett makes various unflattering and terrible comments about women throughout the movie.
He was a pathetic, miserable excuse for a father and is definitely the unsung villain of this story.
Lady Catherine.
Okay, necessary – but nothing really special in my mind – as far as acting or character. Just…whatever.
Miss Bingley.
ICK!
That Random Guy That Snored Drunkenly In Corners And Crammed Food In His Mouth.
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Welcome comic relief.
The Script / Story
I did ‘get’ the story more this time around.
Either my comprehension has improved slightly, this sort of dialogue is either easier to grasp in a movie form, or the dialogue was slightly rewritten and clipped down (if memory serves me right, I think this is the case) – but in whatever event, I found the dialogue flowed fairly well and I was able to follow the long-winded ‘paragraphs’ much more than the book. I even enjoyed it to a certain extent.
The ‘language’ and vocabulary is good and soothes my sensibilities when I am watching or reading something that is rather insipid, for at least I feel that I am learning something. “ducks”
Which brings me to the story.
I actually enjoyed the story more in a film format – it flowed, it made sense, things built up naturally, it was an interesting character study. The arc these two characters went through (Darcy and Elizabeth) was very real in the fact that human beings can often have grossly inaccurate assumptions and ideas about one another and it’s always interesting to see human beings go through mental or emotional changes and metamorphosis. But it was hard for me to really like or enjoy this story for several reasons which I will delve into further on.
The Romance
I liked it. Rejoice all ye peoples – Allison liked the romance!
Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth definitely had chemistry but, apparently, that wasn’t even acting – since the two actors were interested in each other in real life – so I don’t necessarily attribute this to skill. Nevertheless, it was good. Now I’m not necessarily enthused about it. More on that later.
Technical and Artistic Aspects
The Costumes
I thing that these costumes (this time period of historical dress) are some of the most unflattering gowns ever designed. At least the women’s costumes – they are pretty dreadful – although the actresses manage to pull them off. The men’s costumes were all right, though my eyes bugged out at some of the colors (that green coat of Darcy’s!) or patterns.
The Music
The music was okay for the most part but at times some of the main cues could be rather annoying. The repetitive piano tinkling does not always match the action on the screen.
The Editing
The editing is rather choppy and I feel that a lot of random scenes could have been cut.
The Cinematography
It is fairly well shot – memory is starting to blur but I remember some rather nice decisions with the cinematography involving sweeping shots from room to room and so on.
Random Likes
Nice opening credits; I spent some time wondering about the exquisite embroidery featured in them.
The relationship between Elisabeth and Jane was nice; I have a weakness for movies that showcase sister relationships.
P&P is rife with Gif material.
And now . . . moving on to the stickier territory.
– The Culture –
The sallow, petty, marriage-based culture is horrifying to me.
Rather sad that our marriage culture has not changed – Christians have built up a culture that views everyone as “marriage material” instead of just a human being.
Most girls look at Pride and Prejudice and see a fairyland – I see a prison. I see women in cages and on leashes, trapped and being told that the only option in life is to marry – and marry anything – to not do so – would be a fate worse than death. Even if the man is the most repulsive creature on the planet.
Seeing women with so little identity and so anxious to be claimed in matrimony is awful. Discontent and lack of self-worth is one of the most unattractive qualities you can have in a woman, I think.
Take Away Value.
This movie made me extremely, intensely grateful tolive in the twenty first century. Obviously, there are abuses with this freedom, but just because there are abuses doesn’t make it any less freeing to those who responsibly use it.
I am blessed to live in a country and a time when women don’t have to be valued chiefly by whatever man she is attached to. Don’t get me wrong, I love my father and brother and may God grant that I have the privilege of being with them for as long as possible – but if I were alone – I would not be belittled or beleaguered unless I chose to live a belittled and beleaguered life.
80 percent of the things I do on a day to day basis would not be allowed in Jane Austen’s time period. Making sales calls, moving furniture . . .
I am free to do anything and be anything I chose, within reason.
I can take pride in having a job and not be ashamed that I work.
I can appreciate honest labor instead of belittling it and being envious of a higher class.
Yes, indeed – Pride and Prejudice made me very, very grateful to be living in the 21st Century.
The Morals.
Just when I start to get discouraged by our godless culture, I can watch something like this and remind myself that the godless have always been among us, there’s no escaping it.
Reading this as a fifteen year old, I was disgusted at the loose morals portrayed in this book.
Allow me to compare this to Louisa May Alcott – the American equivalent of Jane Austen – who built her works on the moral right and wrong that generously infused much of our old literature, thanks to America’s Puritan background. Life had a purpose, events had object lessons, singlehood was not something to be despised, the greatest good to live for others, and that there is Someone greater than ourselves (or Mr Darcy) to turn to.
When Meg March gets drunk at a party – characters (both male and female) are scandalized. The good characters, the heroes (the only ones we care about), are shocked and disgusted. And the summarization is that losing the ‘regard’ of crass people is not a loss at all – it is more important to keep your own self respect and the respect of decent people who love you and whom you love.
Whereas in Pride and Prejudice as long as it is acceptable by the culture at large, the behavior is acceptable. Something is only judged unacceptable if the culture rejects it. So since the culture consists largely of idiotic and godless people – idiotic and godless behavior is accepted. The younger girls are constantly romping in a scandalous manner with any male that walks onto the screen. They don’t know when to stop flirting – and take it to far. When they do this – most of the other characters look on with rather indulgent smiles. Mr. Darcy was absolutely CORRECT in thinking that the Bennetts are not decent people to associate with and far beneath his class of LIVING. There are ‘different classes’ of people, no matter how hard we try to avoid it. I’m not talking wealthy and the modest income – I’m talking classes of behavior – moral classes.
When Lizzie finally does realize that Lydia is making the Bennett name a bad one – she seems a little more worried about ‘what people will think’ – then the fact that Lydia is on the downward path to you-know-where. When Lizzie confesses her fears about Wickham to her father he doesn’t really care – he DOESN’T CARE and no one warns anyone about Wickham’s behavior because, heaven forbid, that we should speak ill of an OFFICER! (as if the characters haven’t been gossiping all through-out the movie, so why stop now?).
Lizzie was a fool not to warn her sisters about Wickham (although, unfortunately – her sisters wouldn’t have paid her attention anyway because they’re fools too).
When Lydia does get in trouble with Wickham the emphasis is still on ‘what people will think’ – and granted there is a reasonable disgrace in association but still – no one seems to think: “Hmm – maybe we could have averted this or could avert this in the future?” Mr. Bennett’s solution is to never let his girls out again.
Mmhmm – and when did total abstinence ever keep anyone from sinning? He’s willing enough to go the easy route and institute physical rules on his daughters (although he’s such a pushover he probably wouldn’t hold his ground long) but he has no concern over his daughters heart issues or their souls.
When Wickham and Lydia show their faces at the Bennett’s home the Bennett’s welcome them cordially and seem to sweep everything under the rug. As long as everything is ‘proper’ now – there’s no hard feelings and Wickham really can’t be such a bad egg after all.
it’s all fun and games until somebody thinks it’s not proper THEN we get some action – where it’s the right or wrong action is totally debatable.
What Was It Trying To Say?
I have been informed—and realize—thatJane Austen wrote the book as a social commentary (though I still maintain that she seemed to suggest that the reason you shouldn’t have lose morals is simply because it “wasn’t done” not for Christian moral reasons). It was almost a cautionary tale. Don’t throw yourself at the first available guy and that you should also marry an equal and have a meeting of the minds – not just physical attraction.
Oddly enough, everyone that watches the movie seem to go away thinking of nothing BUT the romance. Instead of watching a social commentary, the modern audience watches it as a straight-up romance and walk away squealing: “I love Mr. Darcy.” instead of actually thinking about what Jane Austen seemed to be trying to say. They get sentimental over the romance and ignore the moral message.
The filmmakers themselves seemed to have forgotten any deeper meaning to Pride and Prejudice and inserted scene after seen to ratchet up the physical attraction between Darcy and Elizabeth. The sensual push was ridiculous – considering that the whole theme and point of the story was supposed to be about Elizabeth and Darcy being equals – not just attracted to one another.
I am very sensitive to body language, and I also noted that Colin Firth himself seems to be intently focused on being as provocative as possible to the viewers. So to love Mr. Darcy – seems to be due to suggestion rather than his actual character. Girls walk away holding Mr. Darcy as the ideal man. The whole POINT of Mr. Darcy the REASON why he is so famous is because he is a FLAWED character. It seems strange that girls would hold him as such the idealized man. Again, I think what is really coming into play here is Colin Firth’s provocative performance.
I really resent this subtle play on women’s emotions – and am annoyed at the way filmmakers are building emotional and sensory based pits like this for female viewers to fall into time after time.
I’m not say this is true for every female viewer – I know several very pragmatic viewers of Pride and Prejudice who identified and appreciated the deeper theme – but this is just a reaction that, overall, Pride and Prejudice seems to produce.
Summary
I sort of enjoyed Pride and Prejudice – but just because you enjoy something – doesn’t mean that it is edifying – or that pleasure is synonymous with permission.
Pride and Prejudice touches a little vein of self-satisfaction because it is such a classic so there is a lot of pressure and a real urge to like it . . . and a certain kind of gratification when you do. But is it really edifying?
I would have to say – no, not really.
Like whipped cream—it is calories without nutrition.
Do I read fluff? ABSOLUTELY. All I’m saying is that this particular kind of fluff I wouldn’t recommend as a steady diet of for ladies. Just like as an adult I have finally learned that I can’t eat a lot of sweets without getting sick – I know that I would do equally poorly on a diet of romance or Jane Austen.
Pride and Prejudice dwells on the loose morals of decayed minds without any real solution or consequences to those morals (not when we have Mr. Darcy’s to conveniently save the day). Pride and Prejudice is about a silly group of people making silly mistakes.
True to life? A good cautionary tale? Yes. But I can think of better and more edifying books and movies that do the same thing.
People might argue that Pride and Prejudice is an important way to study society.
A history book would tell you more.
People might tell you Pride and Prejudice is a classic. Well, smoking is a classic thing to do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take up smoking. And believe me, romance stories can be just as addictive to women.
It is really more the feelings that Pride and Prejudice evokes that I am ‘against’.
I like a nice, well-done romance as much as the next girl – but there is something about this kind of romance that strikes a giddy chord in women – and I don’t think it’s very edifying to strike that chord. It puts our thinking on a silly train of thought and it is hard to derail that train of giddy thinking once we have shoveled coal into its engine.
Most viewers would prefer to simply be swept along on the tide of their emotions and enjoy the flood – “Oh, we’re women, we’re supposed to be emotional.” Absolutely, but: “Our biblically enlightened minds should control our emotions.” Out-of-control emotions are my worst enemy and have gotten me into more scrapes than the rest of me put together. I prefer reason and a will daily surrendered to God to control my emotions. My emotions will betray me if I don’t keep an ironclad hold on them. And by abstinence from overly romantic stories (and I mean HIGHLY idealized stories that have nothing to do with reality) I can keep better control over my mind and emotions.
Stories have a powerful effect on us, it’s no good to say that Narnia affects us to the core and then go to Pride and Prejudice and pretend it doesn’t effect as just as deeply. The question is, does the story it affect us positively?
Pride and Prejudice is basically a fairy tale, but a fairy tale stripped of its moral backbone. And what do we have left when that happens to a fairy tale? A spoonful of sugar.
Sugar might taste good – and I like indulging just as much as the next person – but too much of it’s still not good for me. I may like the taste, but my throat physically starts to close up if I eat too much or have something too sweet. And that’s how your reason should work with your emotions. Your emotions might be tickled and want more, but your reason should be whispering to you and coming to your rescue.
It’s constantly watching and reading stories like this, I believe, that are one of the main fuel sources to cause young women to skip blithely towards the ULTIMATE GOAL of marriage, without even the most basic of healthy caution, but with the huge confidence that they will make it work; they will have a marriage like the one in the Garden of Eden and raise angelic children and live in a house like Pemberley.
Mmmm….not happening.
Marriage is the most important relationship God has designed and it should be approached respectfully – it’s not something to fantasize over. It’s not a game, a vacation, or a fairy tale. It’s a 24/7 job.
So in conclusion, I believe that the same fervent restraint that health enthusiasts apply to their diet should also apply to their visual diet as well. We’ll be a healthier person in the long run. I know I probably won’t watch Pride and Prejudice again.
Content: I hadn’t realized there were objectionable scenes in this movie and was sent scrambling for the fast forward a few times. After the first two surprises I looked up a content advisory and knew when to skip for the next part. Probably most of you either know what I’m talking about or it has been edited out for you so I don’t feel the need to thrash out the details here.
There is also swearing.
And the low-cut gowns definitely keep this from being ‘Big Screen’ material – and what little gown there is on a woman is surprisingly sheer.
And now….
‘peers around cautiously’
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It’s time to hear the feedback.
I don’t expect anyone to agree with me and am prepared to stand alone on these opinions.
I’m not trying to convert anyone OR condemn anyway with this post – merely sharing my thoughts in a sort of dissertation.
Next time – I’ll just eat alligator nuggets for a challenge – this type of challenge is far to controversial.
So anyway – share your thoughts!
November 14, 2017
God Is More Than Me
If you have been reading some of my recent posts, you know that I have mentioned that a lot has been going on with me.
My thoughts and emotions especially – can be overwhelmed lately, drowned by the continual bombardment of the world and self-focus.
Recently, I was getting overcome with frustration and sorrow over so many things—other Christians, our culture, the media, spiritual battles, emotional and health battles for me and my family.
Sometimes – our thoughts can be too loud – we are so busy petitioning God for what we need and want – we can’t hear Him. We don’t stop to ask Him how HE wants us to pray.
And the answer to that, is to pray in tongues.
As I slipped into the Spirit and let Him pray through me (as He was directing me to pray) peace came, and with it, clarity.
The enormity of how small I am and how big He is.
Many times, I am overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit—that He is so humble, so loving, so immediate, so gracious—that He would live INSIDE ME , a small, finite, human being.
But then there are other times that I am overwhelmed by God’s sovereignty.
We can become so focused on God’s love, we forget about His sovereignty. Worse yet, Christians can resent and fear this sovereignty—even work against it. For me, when I accept it, it fills me with a peace and a joy I cannot describe.
Like a child struggling with a project and then handing it to their dad and saying: “I can’t do it; you fix it.” I am so relieved to simply hand over life with all its problems and vagaries to the Lord.
Being a sentient, rational being is a true miracle—but when we can literally live and see through no perspective but our own—we start to feel as if the world revolves around us and our interpretation of it. We forget who and what we are. More importantly, we forget who HE is.
As I stood there, praying, I started to weep, and to praise Him.
He is MORE than my problems. MORE than my frustration, MORE than my pain, MORE than my anger, MORE than my confusion. He is MORE than my fear.
He is bigger than all these things – He is bigger than all the problems of the world. They are like dust in His hand—they are nothing compared to Him.
He is MORE than my ideas of justice. He is more righteous than any righteous anger I could possess.
He is MORE than what I think of Him. He is more knowledge, more wisdom, more power, more grace, more justice, more honor, more mercy, more pure, more majestic, more glorious. He is God.
He is more than me; He is more than anything. Because He is everything.
“He is before all things, and in him all things hold together” (Colossians 1:17).
“Yours, LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, LORD, is the kingdom; you are exalted as head over all. Wealth and honor come from you; you are the ruler of all things. In your hands are strength and power to exalt and give strength to all” (1 Chronicles 29:11-12).
“There is none like You, O LORD; You are great, and great is Your name in might.” (Jeremiah 10:6).
I don’t HAVE to solve the world’s problems, or even my own. I don’t have to haul around all these overwhelming emotions or put up with this bombardment of thoughts – I can throw it all on Him. It’s too much for me to handle, but it’s NOT too much for Him. He wants me to rest in Him—He wants me to humble myself and acknowledge his sovereignty.
He doesn’t seek zealous fools trying to do great things for His kingdom – He wants obedient and humble servants. Until we are a humbled servant, we will never do anything great. If we are merely a zealous volunteer, we will be doing what WE think He thinks is great . . . it will be our idea of what He wants. Instead of carrying out what HE tells us to do. And often all that that he wants from us – is to simply glorify Him.
“The LORD does whatever pleases him, in the heavens and on the earth, in the seas and all their depths” (Psalm 135:6).
Now that is a verse to ruffle a few feathers. Most of us will say or think: No way! I want God to do what pleases ME!
But what pleases us isn’t always what pleases God – His ways our not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts.
And I don’t want them to be.
I want to be like Jesus, I don’t want Jesus to be like me. I don’t want a god on my level—my level stinks; it’s pathetic, it’s sinful, it’s finite—I want a God above me. The definition of God should be that we look UP to something ABOVE us. I want someone I can’t attain to—otherwise, why would I keep going? I want someone I can’t understand—if I could understand Him, He would hold no wonder, and then He would not be God. I WANT Him to be MORE than me.
The verse should fill us with joy—because only God’s pleasures are perfect. When God does what pleases him, we can know it’s the BEST. It will be perfect, holy and right and it will be full of His love and wisdom. So be at peace; God’s “got this” – ALL of it . . . resting in His perfect will and sovereignty.
When I acknowledge how much more He is than me . . . that does not fill me with fear. I am comforted as no other thing can comfort me.
I belong to a Man that rules by the right hand of God Almighty.
And HE . . . is more than me.
“Cry aloud and shout for joy, O inhabitant of Zion, For great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel.” (Isaiah 12:6)
