I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
the 1995 Pride and Prejudice is so great it’s like *sticks exactly to the book, sticks exactly to the book, sticks exactly to the book COLIN FIRTH IN A WET SHIRT sticks exactly to the book, sticks exactly to the book*
So this guy
is this guy
and this girl
is this girl
Mr Bennet sent his own daughter to The Hunger Games.
#he’s there to invite her to hang out with his sister #and then this bullshit happens #and he is so upset #HE IS SO UPSET #let me say that again and you can look at him trying to keep himself togehter in that one with his hand near his mouth #he is SO UPSET #because his lady love is in distress #because the bastard is back to old tricks #but also did I mention his lady love is in distress? #and all he can do is put his hand on her arm? #when he wants to punch a fucking wall or take her in his arms or fucking burn down the world #to make her not be in distress? #good god what is the matter? #his hand on her arm you guys #there’s a lot of emotional calculus going on in his head #because he’s processing Elizabeth’s distress #Wickham’s dastardy #his own culpability #how he feels about those three things #plus what is appropriate and proper in this moment #because he’s still got to be proper #I super love the Firth in this scene #I SUPER love him in it (by lulabo)
“I take love quite seriously. I’m talking about the life-changing ones, the ones who somehow get inside you, who actually alter your chemical make-up, where you get butterflies and feel like your stomach’s turning over a whole physical world which you’re not in control of at all. And I think one is lucky when one gets to feel this. Some people I don’t think ever do.”