ah, such a piece of period romantic drivel, is Ms. Knightly's Pride and Prejudice (while by contrast, Ms. Elhe's P&P is divine in every possible way). In this particular interpretation of Jane Austen's world, middle class women keep their hair in a perpetually unkempt state; it is always 4:45, or dawn - whenever the light is most golden; there is a footman for every guest at the table; one can apparently make a living keeping chickens; pianofortes sound like steinway baby grands. utter silliness!
... until Mr. Darcy strides across a misty morning field, long linen topcoat swinging, no cravat, hair disheveled, looking completely lovely. i'm smitten. it's an ideal, with magic hour sunlight and warm English mist. but that bit of romantic drivel gets me every time.
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