I dragged and dragged my feet on the way to watch the new movie version of Pride and Prejudice, in fear that they would butcher one of my favorite stories, in fear that Keira Knightley was too pretty, too tall and too stiff for Lizzie. I should have known that usually the British production movies are not as disappointing as the Hollywood ones because when the movie was over, I felt unreasonably happy. The warm and fuzzy feeling lingered on for days. I almost forgot how much I enjoyed a good love story. Lizzie and Mr. Darcy, fundamentally are very much alike. They should be in love, and they deserve to be happy. I almost forgot how wonderful it feels that after all the obstacles the one you love actually loves you too. It takes a miracle. Life just doesn’t get better than this.
I have to admit this story is still one of the good old-fashion fantasy even though it was from Jane Austen, who was never married and was as cynical as one could get. A prince with shining armors, rich, handsome to death, comes on a white horse to rescue her from her miserable life. But how can we possibly keep our sanity intact without these little occasional escapes from reality?! I have no doubt that Lizzie would be able to make Mr. Darcy laugh with her wit here and there. One piece of advice my friend, life is long and dreadful, so get someone who can make you laugh.
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