Those of you who know me know that I’m a big Pride and Prejudice fan. The last time I wrote about P&P, I blasted the 2005 version and unequivocally stated my undying love for the 1995 BBC version.
But recently… the sheen has worn off a little. I was re-watching the BBC mini-series for the umpteenth time with my friend Caroline and started to feel weird about it. (Side note: it’s a little jarring to watch P&P with someone named Caroline, who yells at the Caroline in the story — “Caroline! Why are you such a B?!!” I’m glad my name is uncommon because I’m not sure how I’d react if one of the biggest antagonists of a favorite novel had my name as well…) The more Caroline and I heckled the mini-series, the more it started to crumble at the edges. I still love it, but I’m not sure if I love it. (Which makes me sad.)
The BBC version is a wonderful adaptation of the novel. But there are awkward moments that scratch at the façade. Let’s hash it out.
Wickham is supposed to be this gorgeous hunk, right? He’s supposed to have “all the appearance of goodness” but with a wicked heart. But the BBC cast Adrian Lukis, easily 10 years older than he’s supposed to be, who looks like the uncle you don’t want to hang out with. At least the 2005 version cast Rupert Friend, who is believably handsome and pleasant-looking, and — oh yeah — young.
2. It’s just not that pretty.
You have the old ’90s cinematography, which — to my obsessively visual mind (you know, being a photographer and all) — is somewhat awkward and jittery compared to the smooth art that happens to be in the ’05 version. There are a few moments that always make me cringe in the ’95: Darcy, super-imposed on Lizzie’s mirror, saying “I shall leave you now,” and walking out of it; Mrs. Bennet hugging the side of one frame as she rapturously kisses her new son-in-law; the flat boredom of Lizzie standing on a cliff saying “Beautiful,” when the landscape is just a bunch of hills.
The visuals in the Joe Wright version are gorgeous. Rolling hills, golden sunsets, shallow depth-of-field, rich colors. Even when I ranted about how much I couldn’t stand Keira Knightley I was admiring the prettiness. (The next 2 shots are from the 2005 version found through Google Image search.)
For the longest time, I resisted the new Darcy. When it was announced in the early 00s that Matthew Macfadyen was going to slip on Colin Firth’s shoes and become Darcy, I actually snorted in my journal, “Matthew WHO?” And I will admit, for the past 8 years I have not liked him in the role. Firth was the perfect Darcy. That is, until I watched a TV show called Spooks. See, Spooks (or “MI-5,” as it’s called in America — you can see it on Netflix!) follows the [somewhat doomed] lives of British spies. Macfadyen played one such spy in the first few seasons of the series and it turned my opinion of him upside-down. He’s vulnerable; he’s sad; he has pretty blue eyes! Great voice, nice hair, and all of the sudden, boom, heartthrob! Suddenly, watching him as Darcy wasn’t so bad.
This isn’t to say that I love him more than Firth in the role… rather, I appreciate Macfadyen more as an actor, so I can appreciate him as Darcy. He’s not the Darcy, but he’s a good Darcy. And that’s okay too.
Man, that looks like an image I’d love to have shot. Maybe that’s where the attraction come in.
There are still a lot of things I do not like about the 2005 P&P. Things like:
- Lydia’s acknowledgment that “Mr. Darcy is the one who discovered us!” If she didn’t think she was doing anything wrong — which, Book Lydia and ’95 Lydia did not — why is Darcy finding them and bringing them home “discovering” them? That one particular choice of words really irritated me. With one sentence it unraveled the entirety of Lydia’s character. She’s supposed to be clueless and greedy, but that line made her seem self-aware.
- Charlotte screeching, “I’m scared! So don’t you judge me, Lizzie!” Charlotte is calm, collected, and even a little manipulative. Mr. Collins went from proposing to Lizzie to proposing to Charlotte in less than a fortnight, so she had to have bewitched him with some feminine wiles somehow. She probably was scared for her future, but she’d never say it so forcefully.
- Elizabeth staring in the mirror after Darcy’s first proposal still ticks me off. Elizabeth may be a brat by Edwardian standards, but she’s not that self-absorbed.
However, I don’t hate it as I once did. I accept it for what it is. It has its good and its bad.
Have you ever watched a movie so many times that you started to poke holes in the way it was filmed or the choice of actors? Have you ever changed your mind about a movie you once despised?