I’m not sure what it is about sick days that always make me crave period historical dramas, preferably British ones. I’m home sick with a stomach thing today (okay, yesterday, as I am writing this on Monday) and immersing myself in North and South. Ah, Richard Armitage. Love him. My love for this mini-series comes down to this (Spoiler warning):
Best kiss EVAR. Swoon. This whole series is like Pride and Prejudice during the Industrial Revolution. And John is so gruff and rough and unpolished–a made man, and the transition to this point…AGH. Love.
Of course Jane Austen in any form is always fabulous. Sense and Sensibility always speaks to me. I adore Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet. It’s interesting to me how when I was younger, I so identified with Marianne. All that tempestuous emotion. I figure it is a mark of my growing up that I now identify more with Elinor, maybe because I feel more like her now. I do a lot of taking care of others and have done a lot of putting off of things I want. So I get a mega swoon out of the fantastic, tempestuous weeping at the end.
And then, naturally, there is Pride and Prejudice. I didn’t want to like the new version. I have a deep and abiding love of the BBC mini-series and Jennifer Ehle and Collin Firth. I could not possibly imagine that they could have done the story justice in two and a half hours. But I was wrong. Now I’m not going to say that I prefer it, but I love it on its own merit. First, the score–Dario Marianelli. Fabulous. It’s wonderful and sweeping and emotional. Second, Jane–the temperament of the woman who plays Jane in the BBC version is perfect, but I can’t say as I ever believed she was a great beauty. Third, Bingley. ” I have been the most comprehensive and unmitigated ass.” He’s just adorable. Fourth, I feel like the new version actually does a better job of showing that beneath her ridiculousness, Mrs. Bennett’s love for her daughters drives everything. Fifth, I think Charlotte’s character makes a lot more sense in terms of what drives her in this version. Her lack of options is much more readily apparent. Sixth…it’s a lot easier for me to find two and a half hours than it is five. They took some liberties with the end, of course, but you know how I love those grand dramatic declarations. They’re so much more satisfying in period dramas.
What are your favorite sick day movies? Are you into historical dramas or do you like something else?