Hey! I was the Voice of NotFelony, if you recall...
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
BTW, who decided on adding that ending on P&P.
gack
Hey! I was the Voice of NotFelony, if you recall...
Oooh! For once you opt to not get me hooked on something. t golf claps
why do I not feel pity for Trudy?
meanness?
Or clear thinking.
It could be clear thinking.
Or possibly meanness...
We are watching Real Genius. A movie I have loved forever, but never owned, until now
"It's smart people, on ice!"
"I was pondering the immortal words of Socrates, who said.... 'I drank WHAT?' "
"Kent put his name on his license plate."
"My mother does that to my underwear."
"Your mother puts license plates in your underwear? How do you sit?"
"The weirdest thing just happened to me."
"Was it a dream where you were where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid, with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?"
"No..."
"Why am I the only one who has that dream?"
"I was pondering the immortal words of Socrates, who said.... 'I drank WHAT?' "Potentially one of my favorite movie lines ever.
Nice try but pig fat is not evil.
Haram! Haram!
BTW, who decided on adding that ending on P&P.
gack
Ah, you saw the American version? The one with the Matrix-style smackdown between Elizabeth and Lady Catherine, where Jane bursts in with guns blazing and says "Eat lead, muthafucka!!!" and then Lizzy and Charlotte elope, leaving Darcy to seek solace with Bingley?
The UK ending was different.
(...possibly I may be exaggerating just a tad wrt the nature of the differences, but there ARE two versions of the ending. The UK one ends like the book. The US one is a bit more snogadelic.)
I quite liked the movie, inasmuch as I didn't actively dislike it, and it was pretty, but it felt like it wanted to be a Thomas Hardy novel at times, and I was distracted by how anachronistically thin and toned all the girls were. Made it harder to suspend disbelief, rather. Better than the Lawrence Olivier version (which was, however, my first encounter with the story, when wee, and so I rather cherish it despite its datedness and lack of authenticity) but not a patch on the TV version, imho. (And I quite fancy Kiera Knightly, but she really isn't Elizabeth to me. At all. Even slightly.)