I can watch no longer in silence. I must complain about you by such means as are within my reach. You’ve ripped out my soul. I am half agony, half hopeless. Tell me not that this is it, that such precious Jane Austen adaptations are gone forever.
I offer you my screenwriting advice with a heart even more desperate than when you almost broke it with the release of the Persuasion trailer one month ago.
Dare not say that this movie is accurate, that this Anne is a stronger protagonist than her book counterpart. I have loved none but her. Pretentious I may have been, annoying and demanding I have been, but always with the film’s best interests at heart.
The book alone has brought me to you. For it alone I sat and watched. Have you not realized this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I would not have waited even ten minutes after turning off the TV to write this, could I have mastered my own feelings, as I think you must have guessed mine.
I can hardly type. I am in every instant recalling something which makes me want to punch a wall. You rewrote Anne as a snarky girlboss, but I can appreciate the nuance of her book counterpart when it would be lost on the Netflix execs. Too horrible, too disgusting adaptation! You do us insult, indeed. You do believe that there is not a single brain cell in your audience. Believe mine to have shriveled up and died while watching this movie, most painfully, in the brain of
-Everyone Watching
I must go, and cleanse my remaining sanity with the 1995 adaptation; but I shall return hither, to laugh at this adaptation with my friends, as soon as I can stomach it. But another sentence of clunky narration, another infuriating wink from this horrible version of Anne to the camera, will be enough to make me cancel my Netflix subscription forever.
thinking about how patroclus had like 18 years to get used to the idea of losing achilles but achilles had absolutely none
Completely random thought but
You know how there are a lot of stories where the protagonist gets thrown into their favorite novel/movie/comic via entering the body of a character within the story? I think there’s a lot of untapped potential of the mere horror that comes with waking up in a body that’s not your own.
Your face, your body, is now completely foreign, replaced with skin and hair and scars that you do not know. You now stand with a different stature, your voice is now at a different pitch, your arms and legs move with a different weight, your senses don’t pick up on things in the same way.
How horrifying must it be to wake up and realize that the body you spent your whole life in is not the one you are currently possessing? How disorienting would it be? How would you deal getting used to a body you have never lived in? To look in the mirror and find a stranger’s eyes looking back?
Some people say that there are no stupid questions, which is blatantly false. Of course there are stupid questions, and if you have one, you had better ask it, before you go and do make a stupider mistake. Stupid questions are more important than intelligent ones. I’m willing to bet more people die because of stupid mistakes than because of intelligent ones.
So, I watched Bridgerton S3 and I have to say although not bad by itself, compared to the previous seasons it's a downgrade.
Some of the biggest writing inconsistencies I noticed for Pen are:
Firstly, in S1, her actions towards Marina (as wrong as they were) could still be understood as her looking out for her friend by not letting him get into a marriage without all the facts. But in this season, she does the exact same thing Marina does, get into an engagement with Colin without revealing her LW identity. This just made her look like a hypocrite.
Secondly, if I remember correctly, in S2 her reasoning for outing Eloise is that the Queen would never believe Pen if she confessed. But in S3 she does exactly that and the Queen not only believes her but also absolves her of all consequences. So, what even was the point of outing Eloise?
Thirdly, Pen's claim that LW tells the truth made me laugh. I don't know why they made her say that. It gave me the ick. She publishes gossip, not truth. It's dangerous to equate the two.
I love Pen as a character. She is flawed, makes mistakes and that makes her interesting. The girlbossification arc with her giving that speech at her sister's ball just did not land for me. Pen struggled with feeling loved and desired, so imo they should have focused on that, instead LW takes the lead and Polin takes a backseat.
The whole Cressida shit show. How am I supposed to not root for her after knowing how she was raised and what circumstances she was facing?
Eloise turning away from her when Cressida needed her the most. That's character assassination of Eloise. It could have been a moment of growth for her. But bad writing strikes again.
Violet and Edmund's first meet parallel with Francesca and Michaela would have been very cute if Michaela had the tongue-tied reaction instead of Fran.
The atrocious costuming! Not asking for accuracy, just maintain the aesthetic established in previous seasons. There's only so far you can stray before it breaks immersion.
It just felt like the show had shifted genres. Previous seasons were romance with a pinch of drama. This season felt like drama with a pinch of romance. I don't know if that makes sense.
I hope Ben's season turns out better.
raoul: WHY was there a MANS VOICE in your dressing room??? HUH?? and WHY did you look so attracted to it?? HUH??
christine: ..why were you in my private dressing room with a full view of my face??
erik, watching from the full length one way mirror in the dressing room that he built: oh she got you there you perv
suzanne collins did a lot of great things in sunrise on the reaping but one of my favorites has to be her decimating all AI usage in one sentence.
still so funny to me that gross has another meaning besides icky and is used seriously all the time. your gross annual income. your disgusting nasty amount of money you earn the whole year. pathetic
Suzanne Collins was really pissed when she saw all those edits of Snow as ‘daddy’ and whatever other bullshit after the TBOSAS movie, sat down at her laptop again and started typing “let’s see if you get the message now when HE KILLS 47 CHILDREN”
Just read this in Jane Eyre:
Breakfast was over and none had breakfasted.
The modern equivalent of 'Christmas isn't Christmasing this year.'