Just saw Love Actually.
See it. It’s very excellent. I liked it a great deal.
Colin Firth gets wet again.
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Just saw Love Actually.
I was planning to moan on about the horrors of sanding and scraping window frames. I was planning on a long descriptive piece about M making us a cooked lunch of pasta with a glass or two of red. However I will abandon these pursuits in the face of necessity. I liked Clive Owen first. Before anyone else. When he played the copper who was losing his sight through a rare eye disease in Second Sight, when he was the suave bloke in Croupier, the singlet-clad lust-bucket in Gosford Park – I have several friends who can prove my longterm lust for Mr Owen, and I am sure they will step forward if requested. If you ask M which film star he is most like he will parrot on command “I am like Clive Owen, I am like Clive Owen.” There. That proves it. Soon I’ll be saying airily, “Oh, Clive? Clive Owen? Oh yes…King Arthur and all that. I like his old stuff…. better than his new stuff.” ;o)
Until last night I’d missed the series of Pride & Prejudice. However, last night I made up for my lack of Darcy-watching. I prepared beforehand by cooking dinner for M and myself, and bringing out, with many a flourish, a bottle of white that I’d managed to successfully hide from him for THREE DAYS. Once I had him thus cornered I was then able to extract a promise that he would not speak during the next hour, and if he did speak, he was not to mock, groan or eyeroll in any way. (This is all related to the Points System, which was explained here.)
This allowed me to concentrate fully on Pride & Prejudice, and I was astonished to realise that since I had last seen it, I had completely forgotten what a cad Mr Darcy really was, particularly at the time of his first (and most thoughtlessly worded) proposal of marriage to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He was a true and utter bastard! No wonder he had to do a lake scene – it was probably just to get all the female viewers back on side! I mean, he can smoulder and brood with the best of them, but when it comes to proposing to someone by explaining that he is sick of feeling discomfited by being violently in love with them, can’t he just have her permission to get into her pants, and, oh, by the way, he’s not at all sorry about ruining her favourite sister’s only chance at true love – and don’t even attempt to discuss Mr Wickham – it’s a bit much. Now I have to wait A Whole Week for the next episode – torment.