Trailer Trash
So I found a new trailer for the upcoming Pride & Prejudice, as opposed to the one from yahoo films which I have been playing back about 50 times a day in the throes of fangirl glee. This one I like better, although I don't know why, because they take what everyone knows is a Jane Austen rom-com & light social satire and make it look all dramatic, esp. at the end, where all the lighting is blue and the ominous music and unsmiling faces of the lead actors would make one think that death is in the cards here. I mean, besides Lydia and Wickham's mutual sluttery, there's not a lot of heavy social issues to deal with here. I mean, I was watching Sense & Sensibility the other day, and holy STD's, was there a lot of rakery going on. I mean, Wickham's a rake, but Willoughby is oodles of hotness and has actual charm (sorry, but Greg Wise wins my heart over Adrian Lukas, and I have an intense inner debate here, since Willoughby is undoubtably eviller in my view, not even attempting to change his ways until it is too late, but Wickham is forced into reform and doesn't even WANT to change.) I mean, the difference is in their redeeming qualities. Wickham fucked up and was forced to marry a penniless woman he doesn't truly love, whereas Willoughby has the harshness of having a worse reputation than Wickham, then being forced to marry a rich woman for money, while the penniless girl whom he really loves loses her mind and gives herself pneumonia during the most suicidal walk in the rain EVER. But still, I think Sense and Sensibility is the darker of the two novels, because of the whole dealy with Willoughby actually having a past to answer for with Beth and all. Wickham's victims are nameless and faceless plot-drivers.
Anyhow, watch the trailer, see if you don't agree that the trailer-makers are totally trying to make the ending seem ambiguous and even possibly sad/dramatic/dark/angsty, when in fact you know the whole thing will end in a Regency-era double wedding.
Firth and Ehle's Kiss in the '95 version is one of the most memorable moments of modern movies with women between the ages of 12 and 85.
Joe Wright: We know how it ends. Thanks for trying to make it appealing to the gothbabies who haven't a clue about Austen, but no dice for the die-hard fans or kids who lent half a brain cell to their studies in highschool Literature class.
Note that they also manage to make Mr. Collins make a sex joke during a sermon. I...don't...know...
All I can do is thank God they never had the same idea for David Bamber, who was perfectly all I expected Mr. Collins to be as a character, and creepy to the nth degree to boot.
The only reason Collins in this movie can get away with a *snerk* kind of sex joke is because Tom Hollander is just so damn adorably idiotic. Creepy morons get no sympathy. Hollander's portrayal just seems to be a mild, bumbling fool, but Charlotte Lucas has not much to complain about in the '05 version here. At least I can look at Tom without being all like 'For God's sake man, it's called anti-perspirant," as was the case with Bamber. Hollander is also closer, I think, to the book's description of Collins, a small, bantam man of about 25 years of age. Bamber was too stocky, and a little too old for a convincing 25 years old. Also a little too *shwa?* for my tastes. Hollander can do the awkwardness perfectly, without making girls in the audience go "ick." We know Lizzie can never marry Collins, but we can see why Charlotte Lucas has a couple of good reasons to marry Hollander's Mr. Collins. In the '95 version, every possible feeling revolts against the idea, and there is no sympathy nor understanding of Charlotte's position because Collins is just so bloody insufferable and not so rich as to be the man about town. Hollander's expression is that of a puppy who just got caught pooping on the carpet. "Awwww he's just so stupid. Let's forgive him this once and clean up the mess." Whereas Bamber was like the dog who humps your mother-in-law's leg under the dinner table while stealthily sneaking food off of blind old granny's plate. "Ew. Bad dog. BAD DOG! Let's have him spayed. No! Put down!"
Update: Turns out that the actor and actress who play Bingley and Jane ae currently dating. *cue the chorus of awwwwwwws!*


Thursday, August 11, 2005
Reasons My Job Rocks, Comparitively.
1. Tips. Comparatively: Nicki works at a movie store, and as far as I know, doesn't get much by way of tips. (So bring in your f**king resume, already!)2. Free food. Tasty free food. Comparatively: Last job, food was only 50% off, and not much better.
3. Breaks! Comparatively: Last job, no breaks unless there was no work left to be done, which is never. Boo.
4. Unionized health/dental plan! Hooray! Comparatively: Relying on Dad's health plan. I think I'm still counted under my Dad's health/dental plans. What happens now? Do I get twice the coverage? Does this mean I can break both legs for the price of one?
5. Physically/mentally-competent people (customers/co-workers.) Comparatively: Last job catered to old people who don't shut their mouths when they eat and was sexually harassed by asshole who lasted all of three weeks in his job, thank goodness. My customers now, even the oldest ones, must be fit enough to travel on their own, and are therefore pretty sharp. People with rest-home tpye problems have aids who attend to their needs, being much more knowledgeable and sensitive than I. Mind you, I am getting my ass pinched by this one guy, but I plan to tell him off next time, and again, UNION! We have a whole policy on that harassment shit and it's posted in the storeroom and I've already reported one fellow co-worker and I'm not afraid to do it again, should the need arise.
6. Famous people! I sell lattes and bagels to famous clientele, including, but not limited to: that evil Russian chick from Goldeneye, but who Jason from work called "The hot girl from X-Men," but she's Dutch for real, w00t!; Stephen Harper, whom no one seems to recognize but me; everyone's favourite ex-patriate in Italy, whjo is evidently very rude in real life; and this kid, who apparently comes through often and orders a cinnamon-raisin bagel with cream cheese, and who was pursued through the airport by my co-worker (the asshole who I reported, actually,) in order to get his autograph. The fact that it was a 20 year old boy chasing another 20-something boy instead of a 13 year old girl positively cripples me with laughter.
I have only worked here a little over a month and the star-studded atmosphere still tends to make me reel a little. All this while wearing a hairnet and up to my elbows in garbage because I dropped another fork in the trash by mistake.
Comparatively: Jackie sells deep-fried chicken to fatties and a certain ethnic group of people whom I will not describe because by doing so I would be saying that they are in the same catergory as fat people and are uncool in inverse proportion to famous hotties. And I am not a racist bigot.
On weekdays, at least.
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