Frock Flicks note: This is a guest post by a brilliant friend, republishing her insightful blog review of Pride & Prejudice (2005), right after it came to theaters. Feels like the very first time!
I suppose that to be technical, the producers didn’t say that they were making “Pride and Prejudice.” They made “Pride & Prejudice,” with the ampersand representing a new, more relevant, more hip and urgent version of a book that *Has * Been * Popular * for, oh * About * 200 * Years.
There are no words to describe how deeply terrible this version of “Pride & Prejudice” is. Nevertheless, as this is me we’re talking about here, “no words” is probably a relative term…
My overwhelming response to this movie can be summed up by the following: Pride & Prejudice — A Jane Austen-inspired product, now with more pig than ever before!
You don’t remember there being a lot of pigs in the various plot turnings of P and P, you say?
Me neither; nevertheless, the porcine element was definitely the overarching theme, one clearly overlooked by all previous adaptations, especially given its importance to the story.
There were pigs everywhere — literally, pigs. Pigs in the streets of Meriton! Pigs in the courtyard of the Bennet house! Even a 500-lb. stud pig strolling through the Bennet hallway! (And we know it’s a stud pig, by the way, because the camera does a lingering close-up on the thing’s massive, swinging testicles! Now that’s hu-mah!)
I am not joking.
Much like Andrew Lloyd Webber writes musicals for people who hate musicals, this is a Pride & Prejudice for people who hate Jane Austen.
(NOTE: And please, those of you who love Andrew Lloyd Webber, just understand that the percentage of the populace raised on real musical theater considers most of his oeuvre to be suspect, at best. Everybody sing!: “I am the phantom of the night; you give me a fright; it’s you I will bite; let’s go fly a kite; do you find this song trite?” In his defense, however, I must observe that for the most part he writes excellent costumes.)
So, rather than rant for two hours here, as I did on the telephone on Sunday to my friend T. , followed by another two hours reliving the horror with M., I will simply offer this list of rules for would-be adaptors of Austen.
1. If you hate the strict societal mores and manners of late 18th-century/early-19th century England, please do not make an adaptation of an Austen book. The books are societal commentary in all its sad and funny permutations. Elizabeth Bennet would no more have wandered the soggy, filthy fields in her nightrail (which she did numerous times, incidentally) than Darcy wander about open-shirted and disheveled (ditto). Lady Catherine de Bourgh would NOT have visited the Bennet house uninvited in the middle of the night (why yes, since you ask; she did), barging in on the family while they were dressed for bed. It wasn’t done.
Your misguided attempts to make the characters more relevant only makes them look like characters from another story — not the one they are in. So, f*cking cut it out.
2. If you do not like the way the characters are drawn in the book, please do not make a film in which they star. I realize that Elizabeth Bennet is quite an excellent character name, but please. She is opinionated, not a shrew. She is outspoken, not an anti-establishment bohemian. And, just FYI, as a matter of fact, Fitzwilliam Darcy IS a snob and IS proud. He isn’t just shy and misunderstood and afraid of girls. (If that were the case, Elizabeth would have chewed him up and spit him out — or better yet, fed him to the PIGS!) Likewise, please observe the same respect for the rest of the inhabitants of this little world.
3. The scenes that Jane Austen wrote are pretty much more important that your own made-up scenes. And while I know that you are proud of these additions, evidenced by the fact that they remained in the movie while that pesky book-related dialogue hit the cutting room floor, I really must protest. While I certainly understand the necessity of combining or even creating a scene or two in the course of movie making, that is a device to be used sparingly and with great care. When in doubt, opt for more witty Jane Austen-composed dialogue than more pig. Those moments devoted to porcine testicular close-ups would have been better utilized in the development of any number of plot lines THAT ACTUALLY PERTAINED TO THE STORY, don’t you think?
4. If you don’t believe the characters in the book are pretty much like you and me, just living in a different time and place, please move along. Do not try to grind your personal axe on the their fictional heads, nor reinterpret characters based on your many years of psychoanalysis. Please keep your late 21st-century musings to yourself, and do not force Charlotte Lucas to shout: “And don’t you DARE judge me, Lizzie!” and run out of the scene in tears. It isn’t right.
5. A special note to those involved in costuming decisions for such Austen adaptations: If you do not like the period-appropriate clothing, please do not use it. Understand that I, personally, am sympathetic to your aversion to 1790s-style empire gowns. I rather dislike those jammmies myself, which is why I do not wear them. Instead, feel free to costume in any other era that suits you. (For example, I thought Clueless, the modern adaptation inspired by Emma to be quite charming.)
But please do not punish your characters (or audience, for that matter) by making Lizzie wear ill-fitting hopsacking and burlap (one in green, one brown). Or forcing Caroline Bingley to attend the Netherfield ball in a bridesmaid dress. Or characters who are really cash-poor gentry to dress like the poorest, dirtiest hard-scrabble share croppers. If you do not understand the definition of “gentry,” I would encourage you to look it up in the OED.
A series of short notes:
- Many hair and clothing violations. Some of them of a felonious nature.
- A shocking lack of hats and gloves.
- A shocking preponderance of men in open-necked and shirts sans vests and coats. Darcy included.
- A shocking preponderance of inappropriate visitations (of an extra-literary variety).
6. A heartfelt plea: If there is no bedroom scene written for characters in the book, please do not add one. The “pillow-talk” scene between Mr. and Mrs. Bennet made me want to gouge my eyes out with a spoon.
I realize that six is not a well-rounded number for a list, but if I don’t stop now this will continue on for days. So lest you think I have nothing nice to say, I will note the things that the movie-makers got right:
1. The opening ball. It is, hands down, the best representation I have ever seen of a public dance of the period. It gets absolutely right how important and special music was to people without access to it on a daily basis, and the sheer joy of dancing to it. I would (almost) buy a ticket to this monstrous abomination just to see — and hear — this scene again.
2. Jane Bennet is finally pretty enough. This is the first time, to my recollection, that an actress cast as Jane is so delicate and beautiful that it makes sense that everyone speaks of her beauty and falls in love with her at first sight.
Umm, I guess that’s it for what they got right.
So, there it is, my public service for the year. I see these things so you don’t have to. But if you DO see it, just remember, you have been warned. Oh, and when the camera swoops in on the pig? Avert your eyes.