pride and prejudice film

A Handy Guide to Pretty Much Every Period Movie Ever:
-If a man and woman’s hands touch, they are as good as married.
-If anyone coughs, they will die before the movie is over.
-The main female character will fall for the arrogant dude with sideburns.
-If the sun starts to rise/set between two people’s faces, they are about to kiss.

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your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening. but he says you play so well. then he has perjured himself most profoundly. no i said, “played quite well.” oh, “quite well” is not “very well.” i’m satisfied. 

20.8.2016 //

Bag full of books ready to be returned to the library. I fell in love with reading when I was little and started reading these dog stories.. I lost interest when i was 13 but I found it again last year and I’m happier than I can describe.

favourite moments from Deborah Moggach’s Pride & Prejudice (2005) screenplay

Elizabeth jumps up onto a wall and crosses the moat by walking a wooden plank duck board, a reckless trick learnt in early childhood.

Jane, (the eldest, most beautiful and most charmingly naive of the girls)

Mr Bennet is trying to ignore Mrs Bennet.

A dazzling group enters the room: George Bingley, 25, a good hearted soul but prone to bumbling embarrassment when his enthusiasms get the better of him, his sister Caroline, 23, a victim of every latest fashion, counting herself superior to most company she encounters, and finally, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, 27, dashing, brooding with an introversion which could be misconstrued as hauteur.

Mr Bingley spots Jane Bennet. For a moment he forgets himself and openly looks at her.

A stiff bow from Darcy, Elizabeth smiles, Darcy does not.

Bingley can’t keep his eyes off Jane, but is frightfully at a loss in disguising his instant ardour.

He looks at Jane a little blush starts around his collar.

His sister steps in as the blush threatens to engulf his ears.

Later. Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Jane dancing with somebody else. A look of pure longing, but he cannot dance every dance with her.

Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.

Darcy looks at Elizabeth with surprise. A glimmering of interest.

She gives him a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. He has no idea she heard him. He blushes.

It’s very formal, in fact frigid, compared to the volatile Bennet household. Darcy is reading the newspaper; Caroline Bingley is reading a letter.

Lydia deliberately drops her handkerchief. One of the soldiers stands on it. She is appalled.

Bingley beams bashfully. He can’t take his eyes off her.

Collins looks lasciviously into the room.

Elizabeth cannot believe her misfortune in Mr Collins, but she smiles politely.

The Bennet’s enter the first reception room, the girls, including Mrs Bennet, are all dressed in white. Mr Collins is slightly detained as people pass.

Mr Collins arrives, breathless. He smiles eagerly at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth’s face is a matey rictus.

Mr Collins starts making his way determinedly towards Darcy.

Darcy does not notice him so Collins raises his voice.

The Bennet’s are squeezed into their carriage. It is light outside. Only Mrs Bennet is awake but the lack of an audience does not stop her from talking.

Mrs Bennet moans - she is hungover.

Darcy walks into the room. Lizzie freezes. When he sees Lizzie he, too, falters, and recovers himself.

A stiff bow from Darcy, who looks at Mr Collins as if he’s something brought in by the dog.

Darcy watches Elizabeth, keenly.

Mr Darcy glances sharply - in fact, admiringly - at Lizzie.

Darcy flinches at her bad manners. He moves away to the piano where Lizzie is playing - not that terribly well, it must be said.

Lizzie turns away from him and carries on playing. Darcy gazes at the curve of her neck.

Darcy sits down.

The sound of the front door, and voices. Darcy jumps up.

Sunday service is over and worshippers are leaving the “ church. Mr Collins, in his vestments, obeises himself to Lady Catherine, who is sweeping out with her miserable- looking daughter and downtrodden governess.

Darcy stops and gazes at her. He is in turmoil. Elizabeth glares at him, in a blaze of fury and misery.

Elizabeth has never felt more alone in the company of her sister.

They stop. He gazes at her with great emotion.

Elizabeth looks through the window at Darcy, her heart leaps to her mouth.

Elizabeth glances at Darcy. His face is strained. Mrs Bennet is all smiles for Bingley. She ignores Darcy.

Elizabeth walks out into the open countryside. The mists are starting to evaporate. From out of the mist in the distance a figure emerges. Her heart misses a beat. She is alone, vulnerable. Then she sees it is Darcy.