I liked her in P&P. She was a little more light-hearted than MY Elizabeth Bennett, but I thought it was a believable, charming performance.

Anyone who didn't turn Elizabeth Bennet into a giggling child?

I read the book after seeing the movie. I found Elizabeth to be fairly giggly (and young - she's, what, 19?) in both, though the giggling was broken up by pages and pages of unnecessary telling-not-showing description of society, the way girls think, and general blah blah blah in the novel. t /also bitter Seriously, though, she comes across to me (in both the movie and the book) as a mature-beyond-her-years, very intelligent, sensible, somewhat rebellious girl, a sparkling model for feminism, who also occasionally giggles about cute boys with her older sister. Generally a person I'd quite like to meet. And even if you have a different perception of Elizabeth Bennet - isn't that more the writing than the acting? I completely lost myself in Keira's interpretation - I stopped thinking of her as an actress at all and felt I could flesh Elizabeth out as a person all her own - which is how I measure a good performance.

I haven't seen The New World, so I have no opinion on Pocahontas. The really bad novel I was forced to read as a kid has completely turned me off from anything having to do with that story ever, to the point that I hear the name "John Smith" (combined with some context that sets in the 17th century) and nearly hurt myself with the wincing, so I probably won't see it. Unfortunate, I'm sure.

Whenever I hear about the story, I think of that Conan O'Brien "In the Year 2000" bit where they say Central Park is reopened to the public for the first time after the Pocahontas Riots of 1995.

Well, there were some darker hints.

Oh yeah, definitely. But you start out thinking, "Well, I *know* she's trouble" and then find out that maybe she isn't. I dimly remember being most annoyed by all the adults who wouldn't just let the kid play by herself. "She's just an introvert; it's not a psychological problem you need to fix!"

...I may have been projecting a little bit.

Guess what I got for xmas.

Taunter.

I love The Magnificient Ambersons. I think I feel more affection for flawed masterpieces, because then there's something to talk about. I don't care for the Sound of Music, but I don't hold a grudge against Wise for that. Anyway, The Set-Up has been added to my queue. They don't have Blood on the Moon. I'm being deprived of Robert Mitchum. Unfair!

I'm a big ol' Sound of Music sap! Love the music, love the scenery, love the characters of Max and the Baroness, love Julie Andrews.

I think I feel more affection for flawed masterpieces, because then there's something to talk about.

Strangely enough, in a painful deathmatch on my music geek forum over favored movies, this is the same justification many people stated when voting for The Wild Bunch over The Rules Of The Game.

I blame To Kill a Mockingbird for my long-held and completely inaccurate impression of Gregory Peck as fatherly. (In the best sense, but, fatherly.)

I credit Duel in the Sun as the movie that opened my eyes as to the hotness, dangerousness, and massive sexual magnetism that is also Gergory Peck.

So sorry, Greg! It wasn't till I was 19 that I was able to think of you outside of the context of a collared sweater!!

They don't have Blood on the Moon. I'm being deprived of Robert Mitchum. Unfair!

Totally unfair! Blood on the Moon is coooool. It's super moody and noir - on the short list of 10 Noir Western it's #1 or 2. Also, there's much plaid. Also, Robert Preston is a sinister bad cowboy and there's a big, violent brawl between him and Mitchum. That's right, it's the Music Man vs. Max Cady, and one of them is wearing plaid.

Okay, it's a little slashy too.

Mitchum is just a wee bit handsome all scruffed up.

For Nutty, Gregory Peck in Duel in the Sun.

Peck attempts the rare and difficult to master doorframe slounge.

I'm a big ol' Sound of Music sap

Oh, I don't think it's a bad movie. I'm just not big on musicals.

Mitchum is just a wee bit handsome all scruffed up.

Well, yeah. So few men can look wry and sleepy at the same time.