this blog is like a box of chocolates. I read a lot. I want tin can roses. I drink too much Lady Grey. I recite film lines to myself when I feel sad. I eat a lot of apple strudel. and this is my masterlist.
& i've left for a while. but why?
basement fighter(s)
favourite films:
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
And then the music you’ll recognise as being the music that we first hear when we enter Longbourn at the very, very beginning of the film….also by Dario, the composer,who composed it before we started filming. The reason I used the same music is because it would remind her of home.That finding the person you’re supposed to be with is like coming home.And that even though this house is so completely different from her house…it’s the same spirit, the same music moves there. (X)
- Joe Wright director’s commentary
post proposals:
go back now and say you’ve changed your mind! think of your family! you cannot make me.
what is it? jane, I’ve been so blind.
favourite films:
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
Keira is brilliant throughout, really. She was a revelation to me, Keira Knightley, and I learnt a lot from her.
(Joe Wright)
favourite films:
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
For much of the movie, as in the novel, Mr Bennet is a formidable but quietly spoken figure who looms large and powerful, but mostly in the background - a calm, isolated outpost of beleaguered maleness in a swirling torrent of femininity. But in the movie’s deeply satisfying final shot, with Keira Knightley as his daughter Lizzy, Sutherland issues up a small but indelible sigh of contentment - and that sunrise of a smile - on behalf of his newly happy child, and the impression is so subtly powerful that Sutherland’s is the role one thinks of all the way home. (x)
Then what do you recommend, to encourage affection?
Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.
She lolled against the warm stone, lazily finishing her cigarette and contemplating the scene before her—the foreshortened slab of chlorinated water, the black inner tube of a tractor tire propped against a deck chair, the two men in cream linen suits of infinitesimally different hues, bluishgray smoke rising against the bamboo green. It looked carved, fixed, and again, she felt it: it had happened a long time ago, and all outcomes, on all scales—from the tiniest to the most colossal—were already in place. Whatever happened in the future, however superficially strange or shocking, would also have an unsurprising, familiar quality, inviting her to say, but only to herself, Oh yes, of course. That. I should have known.
hey you I like your face: Benedict Cumberbatch as Paul Marshall
Watching him during the first several minutes of his delivery, Cecilia felt a pleasant sinking sensation in her stomach as she contemplated how deliciously self-destructive it would be, almost erotic, to be married to a man so nearly handsome, so hugely rich, so unfathomably stupid. He would fill her with his big-faced children, all of them loud, boneheaded boys with a passion for guns and football and aeroplanes.
And of course she must improve her mind with extensive reading.
hey you, i like your face: Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Darcy
