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09 August 2010 @ 06:51 pm
19th-century boys  
This weekend I:

--watched the first three episodes of Desperate Romantics
--watched Northanger Abbey again (it was...research! well, actually, it kind of was.)
--watched part of Little Dorrit.

~ I'm not sure how I feel about Desperate Romantics yet. It's a bit light on the art and a bit heavy on the heavy breathing. (Which seems to be a common trap for biopics to fall into: you take someone (or several someones, in this case) who created great art or were great in some other way, thinking, "This will make a fantastic movie/fantastic television!" But then you realize that you don't actually know what to do with this person, so you just make a movie about who's trying to get into whose trousers/under whose farthingales/insert your clothing of choice here.) And I'm most frustrated by the women, probably, particularly Annie Miller, who is totally opaque as to wants or thoughts or opinions. At least Lizzie Siddal has her sister to talk to--not that any of their conversations pass the Bechdel test, because they're all about Rossetti, but at least they give us some idea of what she's thinking.

But it did have Unexpected Zoe Tapper, and Samuel Barnett being adorably hapless as Millais (especially in episode three), so there is that. We'll see how the rest goes.

~ I remain unable to believe, really and truly, that Arthur Darvill is Tip Dorrit. The hair (which is darker and longer) doesn't help, nor the sideburns, nor the accent, but I think the real problem is that every time I see Rory, I want to ruffle his hair, and every time I see Tip, I want to punch him in the nose.

~ My neighbors probably think I'm crazy, if they can hear me, because I kept exclaiming, "Oh, his little face!" at random intervals during all three of these programs.
 
 
 
litlover12 on August 9th, 2010 11:29 pm (UTC)
"But then you realize that you don't actually know what to do with this person, so you just make a movie about who's trying to get into whose trousers/under whose farthingales/insert your clothing of choice here."

That explains SO many biopics.
tempestsarekind: i am my father's daughter [elizabeth]tempestsarekind on August 9th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
It's the only explanation I could come up with, anyway...