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?' "

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.)

Okay. late for work, but don't care. Maybe I won't get picked up for speeding on the interstate at an ungodly hour.

it felt like it wanted to be a Thomas Hardy novel at times

Ooooooookay, so much for ever wanting to see that one. How in blue bloody blazes do they get an Austen story to ever in any way put you in mind of Hardy? No. No, nevermind. I do NOT want to know.

Well, it's not a bad movie. I guess that I felt this way because the Hardy adaptations I've seen have all been full of lots of unpicturesque farming, and bare floorboards that you KNOW would give you splinters, and cow pats, and all that jazz. Obviously Austen didn't write about that kind of thing, but her Elizabeth does blythely turn up at the Bingleys' place with inches of mud on her frock from trudging through the countryside, so it's not a huge leap to concentrate on that side of things. The Bennets seemed to me a bit less well-to-do in this movie than they were in the TV adaptation - it's quite good, in that it makes the necessity of wedding a man of means considerably more obvious.

I didn't hate it. But it's not a patch on Ang Lee's Sense and Sensibility, imho.

The new P&P in my Netflix queue.

I'm also having fun imagining Trudy in the Land of Hoosiers.

I have a confession to make. Although I was born and bred in Indiana, I've only went to the Indy 500 one time. It was hot and muggy that day and it felt like the Battan Death March with beer coolers.