Becoming Angelinesque
Becoming Jane was rather awful and an utter blasphemy to my fond memory of Mr Darcy. Fine, so Mr Darcy is fictional and Becoming Jane was really an imaginary confection of Jane Austen the author’s life instead of Elizabeth Bennet, thus there is no reason for me to be affronted by Tom Lefroy who, in real-life, purportedly inspired the definitive literary heartthrob that is Mr Darcy (thanks to Colin Firth who IS Mr Darcy come to life in the 1996 BBC TV version). But, I was still horribly mollified. A preposterously presumptuous movie that took on too many liberties, including the miscasting of Austen and Lefroy, on top of a pedestrian plot and a doubtful love – doubtful meaning the point building up to a mutual attraction between Austen and Lefroy was badly developed and I couldn’t care less about this so-called relationship that was nipped in the bud! Austen was ridiculously flighty, annoyingly defensive and crazily insecure. Lefroy was some random playboy who just decided suddenly he was in love with Jane after she took the initiative to kiss him (!?). Boo to lousy story-telling.
Sob. I was suggesting to watch Charlie Bartlett but Minxiu was in the mood for love, plus I didn’t think it would be so bad, so. And throughout the movie, I had to keep reminding myself to manage my expectations, simply because this is NOT Pride & Prejudice, but I was sadly prejudiced against it from the start. Minxiu just didn’t feel anything, having never read the book and hence, had no idea what Mr Darcy and Elizabeth should be like, or rather what Austen and Lefroy should be like as derived from her literary style. Good lor, then you made me sit through this unfunny joke of an adaptation.
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I just got my pay cheque for the month. Whee. Shall be decadent and indulgent this weekend to reward myself for working so damn hard all week. Doing a hair spa later today and hanging out with Huxin and Ezo in the evening. Massage tomorrow with Minchao followed by a long, lazy, leisure lunch at Holland V to chill, then KTV, then looking forward to an excellent dinner, with all good intentions of training for my night marathon hurled out of the window. I’m usually too tired and hungry to run these days. But I will work on that.
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Mr Dimples sms-ed me during lunch hour on Thursday to ask me how I am and how my new job is. For documentation purposes, let me state here he can never be Mr Darcy, even though he might have not-so-secret aspirations once upon a time and realised the futility of it after a while.
And to quote myself in an earlier post: I’m really no different from the Beckys, Dorotheas or Madame Bovarys inhabiting and imbibing The Novel. They who think they are heroines of another breed and so richly deserve to be saved. After all, there can only be one Elizabeth and one Mr Darcy. Trying to seek solace in literature, whether it’s the English or French novel, is the pathway to ruin. I’m halfway there with my penchant to ruminate excessively.
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On a less sombre note, I saw Pam in the Thursday’s Urban and Friday’s Life! LOL! She underreported her age by 4 years. She’s from my batch in DHS so go figure. But I do think it’s cool she’s pursuing her acting dreams.
Sob. I was suggesting to watch Charlie Bartlett but Minxiu was in the mood for love, plus I didn’t think it would be so bad, so. And throughout the movie, I had to keep reminding myself to manage my expectations, simply because this is NOT Pride & Prejudice, but I was sadly prejudiced against it from the start. Minxiu just didn’t feel anything, having never read the book and hence, had no idea what Mr Darcy and Elizabeth should be like, or rather what Austen and Lefroy should be like as derived from her literary style. Good lor, then you made me sit through this unfunny joke of an adaptation.
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I just got my pay cheque for the month. Whee. Shall be decadent and indulgent this weekend to reward myself for working so damn hard all week. Doing a hair spa later today and hanging out with Huxin and Ezo in the evening. Massage tomorrow with Minchao followed by a long, lazy, leisure lunch at Holland V to chill, then KTV, then looking forward to an excellent dinner, with all good intentions of training for my night marathon hurled out of the window. I’m usually too tired and hungry to run these days. But I will work on that.
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Mr Dimples sms-ed me during lunch hour on Thursday to ask me how I am and how my new job is. For documentation purposes, let me state here he can never be Mr Darcy, even though he might have not-so-secret aspirations once upon a time and realised the futility of it after a while.
And to quote myself in an earlier post: I’m really no different from the Beckys, Dorotheas or Madame Bovarys inhabiting and imbibing The Novel. They who think they are heroines of another breed and so richly deserve to be saved. After all, there can only be one Elizabeth and one Mr Darcy. Trying to seek solace in literature, whether it’s the English or French novel, is the pathway to ruin. I’m halfway there with my penchant to ruminate excessively.
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On a less sombre note, I saw Pam in the Thursday’s Urban and Friday’s Life! LOL! She underreported her age by 4 years. She’s from my batch in DHS so go figure. But I do think it’s cool she’s pursuing her acting dreams.
1 Comments:
I wasn't really "in the mood for love" or anything, just thought that the movie might have your keywords, and thinking you might be more interested in something to do with Jane Austen.
Anyway, it wasn't as horrifying as what you make it out to be lah. I've seen far worse, eg. Pleasure Factory, and even that horrible one we saw together with the cop that walks around doing nothing and the auntie that keeps on taking her top off. I don't even remember the title, I just know I gave up halfway and went to sleep.
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