Sense... maybe. But Sensibility? Now that's pushing it.
Last night Erin made me watch Sense and Sensibility. For those of you not fortunate enough to see it, I have assembled a quick synopsis.
The movie starts with some old guy on his death bed leaving virtually his entire fortune to his second wife’s son, and a mere 500 pounds a year to his first wife and her three daughters. Since the son owns the estate the first wife is currently living in, the women are forced to leave their current water-front country mansion and move into a slightly smaller water-front country mansion given to them by their cousins. For a size comparison of their new house, consider three casa del davecoruns placed side by side, and then stack another three on top.
Now the women must be content with only a living room and parlor without the accompanying ballroom and study. And no more Persian rugs--solid wood is the only thing these women have to look forward to. With a mere 500 pounds of free money every year, they could no longer afford their servants, and instead had to endure a nightmare existence of washing their own clothes and cooking their own meals. Whenever the women want to eat a grand feast and be tended to by servants they are forced to walk next door to their cousin's house.
Though for as dire their new mansion supposedly is, they never seem to spend much time there, preferring instead to mooch off their cousins, Alan Rickman, and House. I knew from the moment I saw him, though, that Mr. Wigglesworth was trouble, as all Jane Austin characters whose last name begins with “W” are scoundrels.
The middle 90% of the movie chronicles the next few years for these women, where their trials and tribulations continue, as they spend all their waking hours not working and attending lavish parties. The action really picks up when, while mooching off House, Kate Winslet somehow catches a highly infectious illness from diseased rain droplets, a disease so dangerous that House is forced to evacuate his estate with his family. For several tumultuous minutes the viewer is presented with a montage depicting Kate Winslet's failing health. She gets weaker and weaker while as action picks up until the film reaches its climax--she simply gets better. One minute you’re watching the blood-letting scene, and the next she's right as rain.
It's about this point in the film where the producers must have realized they had already spent almost their entire budget, and they order the director to quickly wrap the story up. Seemingly out of nowhere, Ema Thompson and Kate Winslet get married, and everyone lives happily ever after.
I was on the edge of my seat *the entire* time.
The movie starts with some old guy on his death bed leaving virtually his entire fortune to his second wife’s son, and a mere 500 pounds a year to his first wife and her three daughters. Since the son owns the estate the first wife is currently living in, the women are forced to leave their current water-front country mansion and move into a slightly smaller water-front country mansion given to them by their cousins. For a size comparison of their new house, consider three casa del davecoruns placed side by side, and then stack another three on top.
Now the women must be content with only a living room and parlor without the accompanying ballroom and study. And no more Persian rugs--solid wood is the only thing these women have to look forward to. With a mere 500 pounds of free money every year, they could no longer afford their servants, and instead had to endure a nightmare existence of washing their own clothes and cooking their own meals. Whenever the women want to eat a grand feast and be tended to by servants they are forced to walk next door to their cousin's house.
Though for as dire their new mansion supposedly is, they never seem to spend much time there, preferring instead to mooch off their cousins, Alan Rickman, and House. I knew from the moment I saw him, though, that Mr. Wigglesworth was trouble, as all Jane Austin characters whose last name begins with “W” are scoundrels.
The middle 90% of the movie chronicles the next few years for these women, where their trials and tribulations continue, as they spend all their waking hours not working and attending lavish parties. The action really picks up when, while mooching off House, Kate Winslet somehow catches a highly infectious illness from diseased rain droplets, a disease so dangerous that House is forced to evacuate his estate with his family. For several tumultuous minutes the viewer is presented with a montage depicting Kate Winslet's failing health. She gets weaker and weaker while as action picks up until the film reaches its climax--she simply gets better. One minute you’re watching the blood-letting scene, and the next she's right as rain.
It's about this point in the film where the producers must have realized they had already spent almost their entire budget, and they order the director to quickly wrap the story up. Seemingly out of nowhere, Ema Thompson and Kate Winslet get married, and everyone lives happily ever after.
I was on the edge of my seat *the entire* time.