Pride and Prejudice
I can’t think of a better way to spend my evening than to blog about how much I dislike the movie Pride and Prejudice. In the mean time, Krista (along with many other devout Minter Lane Church of Christ Craft-Nighters) cannot think of a better use of six hours on a Tuesday night than a Pride and Prejudice marathon.
What is it about this movie? Before you ask the question of whether or not I have actually seen the A&E version of Jane Austen’s book, I will go ahead and answer it for you: I have. I actually bought the DVD for Krista and sat down to watch them one day when we were doing laundry (Again before you ask, yes, I do laundry). I cannot say that midway through one of the 22 or 23 episodes I did not find the recently folded pile of downy smelling t-shirts useful for a pillow, but I did make an effort to bond my with my wife through the agony of a six hour chick-flick.
I think what is more peculiar to me is that this is not an occurrence that happens rarely. I think it may be the third or fourth time in the last year that my wife will have watched the movie in its entirety. I guess this is not too hard to believe, considering that since the movie is so dreadfully long that by the end of it, you cannot remember what happened at the beginning. Why would you be able to remember a month after the fact what the awful thing was about?
BUT…Men, we are in luck. Word round the P&P fanclub is that there is a much shorter version of the movie coming out so those of you who have been blessed thus far so as not to have had to view the six hour version will only have to endure a 2 hour version.
Perhaps in another ten years, we will have this bad boy down to 1 hour. One can only hope.