We are two part-time academics. Ellen teaches in the English department and Jim in the IT program at George Mason University.
Dear Harriet,
An interim report. Last night I watched the 2005 Universal Pride and Prejudice for a second time (screenplay Deborah Moggach, with a little help with Emma Thompson, directed by Joe Wright, starring Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Bennet, Donald Sutherland as Mr Bennet, Matthew Macfayden as Mr Darcy); this brings me to a total of 6 watched thus far: Amy Heckerling’s 1995 Clueless (Paramount), Whit Stillman’s 1990 Metropolitan, the 1996 Miramax Emma (written and directed by Douglas McGrath, starring Gweneth Paltrow and Jeremy Northam), the 1999 Miramax Mansfield Park (written and directed by Patricia Rozema), Ruth Prawer Jhabvala’s 1980 Jane Austen in Manhattan (an early James Ivory and Ismail Merchant production).
I’ve been doing this by plunging in and catch-as-catch can late at night or afternoon viewing. Once I choose what shall be my perspective I’ll begin rewatching more systematically.
Of books read I’ve gone through all of Troost and Greenberg’s Jane Austen in Hollywood and Sue Parrill’s Jane Austen on Film and Television, most of Pucci and Thompson’s Jane Austen and Co, a selection of essays, some on the novels themselves (including Ruth Perry’s admirable insightful "Interrupted Friendships in Austen," where she takes Emma as her central text), some from more popular periodicals and some from psychoanalytic scholarly types. I’ve embarked on John Wiltshire’s Recreating Jane Austen.
There appears to be very little of the more serious kind of writing on the 2005 P&P. This is a loss since this 2006 P&P makes a number of radical departures in clothing (the 1996 Miramax Emma was the ultimate in designer displays of combining exquisite fashion accuracy with modern sexualized and informalizing qualifications) and presentation of hingepoints (fast, done thrillingly, on the move), and seems to turn to MGM’s landscape swept numinous gothic 1939 Wuthering Heights as its model rather than their cloying screwball comedy (?) 1940 P&P; yet I’ve already discovered that the ending of the film is that found in the witty play written by A. A. Milne called Miss Elizabeth Bennet. And what to make of the continual corridors, dark and oppressive the characters walk through, mirror-like. The biting dialogue. Tom Hollander as an innately-dignified short man made ridiculous and humiliated by his position. I loved as Claudie Blakley, an emotional defensive Charlotte too. All of them with such strain on their faces.
It’s more than making them appropriate to the French revolutionaries and more than making them dirtier and poorer. She is dressed like a boy (in a sort of pea jacket at times) and in dull colors looking frail, fetching, troubled (and on the swing, sly):
In comparison Jennifer Ehle was dressed to look buxom, well-fed self-assured complacent (smug even). In her portrait photos with Colin Firth as Mr Darcy he smolders and looks resentful while she smiles out at us like the cat who swallowed all the cream. They look like a recently married bourgeois couple, and I can see him much more as Mr Palmer from S&S than Austen’s Darcy after marriage.
Sutherland is given weight and strong sexual presence, also troubled (not an elegant self-controlled apparently serene dapper man as Benjamin Whitrow played Mr Bennet in the 1995 P&P):
The problem the 2006 Universal P&P has is that of all the films which made for movie theatre: it’s too short and must telescope and so we miss too much nuance and detail.
Soon I have shall have to decide and then watch the films consecutively according to plan, read again and write an abstract.
I have been intrigued by a modern essay which interprets Emma as a deeply melancholy mourning text centering on the loss of a mother; the description may seem absurd and actually apt for Mysteries of Udolpho but I know I often instinctively or intuitively used to like to say on Austen-l I understood Emma is Austen’s indisputable virtuoso remarkable masterpiece, yet I personally enjoyed Udolpho much more than Emma (bringing them together for comparison though on the surface they seem so unlike), and was struck to find at the center of Clueless a painting of Cher’s mother in grays to whom she apparently talked to on a regular basis.
I also find Amy Heckerling (as Cher’s) witticisms a continual delight: "This is just so not fixable" (I to Jim today staring at our old Microwave which had just died).
How about this: "You can’t do a total makeover. I mean, if the makeover is 5’3" you’re not going to get Cindy Crawford no matter what. Not even the boldest platform can compensate for a six-inch height differential."
Movies don’t work through verbalisms though: they work through projected visual-mood setting, mise-en-scene, and sheer acting presence of the performers, and in a woman’s picture that should be the inward subjective of what’s not said but is in the very rhythms of the structure (e.g., Marie Antoinette as made by Sofia Coppola and Chantal Thomas’s Adieux a la Reine).
How to do this latter project without focusing on an eponymous book as the structure for the essay? Which I have repeatedly written against as misleading and erasing important elements in the films if we are genuinely to see, understand and value them in their own right.
Sylvia
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Posted by: Ellen
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