Matt was away last week on a business trip and so each night once the kids were in bed, I sat on the couch with the cat on one side and the pup on the other and watched whatever movies I wanted, with no outside opinions to consider.
While I did miss Matt, it was pretty nice to have complete control over the remote.
There are a few movies that I really, really love that Matt really, really does not. I basically wait until he’s not around to watch them, for two reasons: first, I don’t want to subject him to watching movies he hates (although he’s made me sit through Hunt for Red October more times than is decent); but second, and more importantly—I don’t want to have anyone interrupt me or ruin my movie with condescension.
And so, the first night he was gone, I went straight to one of my all time favorites: Pride and Prejudice. I am very partial to the 2005 version, although I know many people swear by the Colin Firth-as-Mr. Darcy-version.
This is one of the rare occasions in my life when I don’t automatically hate the movie because it’s not as good as the book. (Although the book is, obviously, still better.) I hadn’t read it in years, but I read it again this past summer as I lounged by the Aegean in Turkey (le sigh…). There is, in my opinion, no greater opening line in any book, ever.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
I mean, how can you not love a book with such a start? You have to know it’s going to be good. Lizzie Bennet is my hero. And Mr. Darcy isn’t bad either.
Although I watched a few other movies, I probably should just have watched this one over and over each night.
What are your favorite movies–the ones you can watch over and over?