Greetings, everyone, and a Happy New Year to you all.
Since my hunk o' burnin' love dragged me to see the new "Zorro" movie on Friday night (it was somewhat diverting), last night he allowed me to drag him to a chick flick: the latest Pride and Prejudice movie.
Was I just not in a movie mood last night, or was that an entirely forgettable film? And what was up with that extra scene at the end? It was way sappy and completely out of place. ("Mrs. Darcy" [kiss], "Mrs. Darcy" [smooch], "Mrs. Darcy" [snoggle], "Mrs. Darcy" [slurp]....) There seemed to be an awful lot of groaning in that scene, too, but that might have been me.
Listen, I'm a romance writer. I'm not averse to a good love scene. But if P&P had needed all that Mrs. Darcying at the end, dear Jane would have written it that way, all right?
My remarkably astute husband noticed my disgruntled state (I'm sure I never mentioned it more than half a dozen times--after 30 years he is amazingly attuned to my moods) and drove directly to the nearest Starbucks. But they were closed! So we came home and ground some of Caribou's excellent "Rainforest Blend" beans and I was happy again. Especially when I remembered we hadn't yet eaten the rum-laced chocolate mousse my guy had made earlier to accompany our dinner of baked red snapper and vegetable-stuffed potatoes. After the mainline hits of chocolate and coffee, I was myself again, so I cruised over to iTunes and downloaded the soundtrack from Pride and Prejudice.
I'm listening to it right now. Lots of very sweet piano pieces, and--big surprise here--one of the nicest tracks is the very last, which is entitled, for some strange reason, "Mrs Darcy."