Sometimes directors really make you think, make you stop and consider their work, make you want to never ever see anything in the cinema ever again because they have killed any desire you might have felt for moving pictures. Wright has almost managed to do this.
I mean, how does one go about transforming Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, a book full of wit and humour, into something so dreadfully boring? And I can’t blame the dialogue, because a lot of it was lifted directly from the book. And I can’t blame the actors because I’ve seen them do so much better in other works, and there is one scene in this film that hints at how good this film could have been. Who is left to blame? Well, the director who instead of giving us a romantic comedy instead decided to show off his camera skills.
Ohh, look at the countryside. See the strange camera angle. And what was with the porcine fetish? Did I really need to get that close to a pig’s testicles?
The one good thing about this film, it was so terrible I was actually in fits of laughter in the middle of it. Never before has seeing some one walking, walking, walking through the misty countryside been so humourous. I’d swear I laughed for ten minutes. And I so wanted to just shout out “How lame is this entire film” but I resisted out of courtesy, although I’m not quite sure if anyone who enjoyed this film deserves any respect at all.
It may seem like I’m being a bit harsh on this film, but that is only because it deserves it. Knightly looked ridiculous in her costumes. All they did was emphasize how flat-chested she is (something that didn’t crop up in Pirates…), and made her look, well terrible. ANd speaking of terrible; Matthew McFadyen, what the hell happened to you? A man who was great as the taciturn, withdrawn character in Spooks, is here a pasty-grey faced twat.
I think it is best if you didn’t put yourself through this hell.