Pride and Prejudice: the movie

Elizabeth and I went to a 10 o’clock show last night, which of course meant that I wasn’t home until 1 and consequently overslept this morning. And the sad thing was that it wasn’t worth it. P&P, the latest blockbuster movie, was not just bad, but terrible.

To be fair, P&P is hard to cram into 2 hours without losing a lot of its essence. And there were a couple of good scenes. Elizabeth and Darcy crackled in that one scene in which they are dancing and she takes him to task for not talking. Judi Dench as Lady Catherine de Bourgh was fabulous. However, the rest of the movie was pretty bad — not because of the quality of acting, but because of the execrable script.

First of all, the screenwriter obviously had no knowledge of the historical period he or she was writing about; there were glaring errors in every single scene. Clothing, manners, speech — none were immune to his/her ignorance. Among other things, Elizabeth apparently liked to loll about and wander the moors in her nightrail and dressing gown.

And then there were the dialogue changes. “I have no money and no prospects. I’m frightened, Lizzie. Don’t you dare judge me!” cries Charlotte on informing Elizabeth that she is to wed Mr. Collins.

Seriously, who smoked some crack and came up with THAT?

It’s too bad the script was so bad because it was obviously a lavish production that recalled the last BBC production (the one with the delectable Colin Firth as Darcy). But if you need to watch P&P, rent that one instead.