... the reason I brought up the actor who played Mr. Collins in the 1995 movie was that it was an example of how the moviemaker's vision in that instance diverged rather sharply from my own as a reader. So, when this moviemaker tells me Darcy had a lonely childhood, I am perhaps even more ready to question how he arrived at that conclusion -- when there is nothing in the book to directly support it.
Movies are grander than the fanfictions we write here for DWG but in the end, a movie is just another fanfiction, someone's interpretation of Austen. Sometimes movies like fanfictions disappoint us because they vary so much from the way we see Austen. Of course, it's wrong if I don't see it that way. (And, no, I do not mean that statement seriously. Indeed, I like having my interpretations challenged and my cherished notions shaken up. Even if I do cling stubbornly to what I believed in the first place.)
The buffoonishly tubby Mr. Collins notwithstanding, I liked the 1995 movie version and probably it has even merged in some places in my mind with Austen, but I like to go back to the real thing and remind myself of what I thought of it before a moviemaker suggested differently. Just looking at all the shadings and variations in the portrayal of Mrs. Bennet is a potent reminder of how many ways there can be to see a thing written on the page. And I still have not seen the movies do a Mrs. Bennet that captures what is in my mind, though the actress in the TV Lost in Austen came closest. (For me. But that is the point.)
Movies are grander than the fanfictions we write here for DWG but in the end, a movie is just another fanfiction, someone's interpretation of Austen. Sometimes movies like fanfictions disappoint us because they vary so much from the way we see Austen. Of course, it's wrong if I don't see it that way. (And, no, I do not mean that statement seriously. Indeed, I like having my interpretations challenged and my cherished notions shaken up. Even if I do cling stubbornly to what I believed in the first place.)
The buffoonishly tubby Mr. Collins notwithstanding, I liked the 1995 movie version and probably it has even merged in some places in my mind with Austen, but I like to go back to the real thing and remind myself of what I thought of it before a moviemaker suggested differently. Just looking at all the shadings and variations in the portrayal of Mrs. Bennet is a potent reminder of how many ways there can be to see a thing written on the page. And I still have not seen the movies do a Mrs. Bennet that captures what is in my mind, though the actress in the TV Lost in Austen came closest. (For me. But that is the point.)