i laugh whenever people make mr. darcy out to be the ultimate heartthrob, because let me remind you this man’s talents amount to gushing about his little sister when literally no one asked, not socializing at parties, insulting the people he likes as well as their loved ones, probably saying “thank you” to the bus driver (that one’s good, at least), randomly jumping into lakes whenever he’s in a particularly angsty mood, sulking in the background while his one friend socializes with someone else, ruining his and everyone else’s personal relationships, and making what should go down in history as the Worst Marriage Proposal Ever™
“Costumes are also used to show Mr. Darcy’s evolution as he comes to love Elizabeth Bennet and let go of his snobbery. His costume had a series of stages. The first time we see him he’s at Meryton, where he has a very stiffly tailored jacket on, and he’s quite contained and rigid. He stays in that rigid form for the first part of the film. By the time we get to the proposal that goes wrong in the rain, we move to a similar cut, but a much softer fabric. And then later he’s got a completely different cut of coat, not interlined, and he wears it undone. The nth degree is him walking through the mist in the morning, completely undressed by 18th-century standards. It’s absolutely unlikely, but then Lizzie’s in her nightie, so what can you say?”
From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.