litlover12 | Fanservice comes to Pemberley

Just a few scattered thoughts on part 2 . . .

I don't understand why Austen's dialogue got rewritten in the flashbacks -- unless somehow they didn't have the rights to it, but I hope they at least tried to get them. How can you try to improve on Austen's dialogue? (Answer: You can't.) And did they honestly think the fangirls wouldn't notice?? However, speaking of fangirls . . .

Mom and I absolutely shrieked with laughter over the bedroom scene. So completely un-Austenian, but boy, do they know their fangirls! Somewhere Matthew Rhys is thinking, "Eat your heart out, Colin Firth's wet shirt!"

Why would there be a shortage of coroners, I wonder? (Aside from the obvious desire to use a character that everyone already knew.) Did the coroner crop not get enough rain or something?

Imagine being a footman in the Darcy family. People are fighting and proposing and breaking up and sobbing and falling to the floor all around you, and you don't get to speak or move or even have a facial expression. I don't know how you'd get through it, unless you were secretly working on your future tell-all in your head the whole time.

Lady Catherine didn't seem quite right to me, somehow. Lydia didn't either, this time. I understand the temptation to make her be serious and sensible just for once, at a moment like this -- and Coleman acted it all very well -- but somehow I think Lydia would keep on whooping and howling and making an unholy nuisance of herself right through the very worst of it, had it come to that. (When she wondered what America would make of them, I yelled, "We don't want them! Take 'em back!")

Dr. McPhee had the best hair EVER. Like Beethoven stuck his finger in a light socket.

All in all, it was good fun. But I'm not sorry to say farewell to that teal wallpaper.