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bedlamsbard) wrote2011-06-05 10:38 pm
bedlamsbard) wrote2011-06-05 10:38 pm
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vanity fair (2004)
My reaction to seeing Vanity Fair for the first time (also I haven't read the book) can best be summed up with "What the actual fuck?" and also "Oh my god, James Purefoy in uniform, I want to climb you like a tree," which I guess answers the question of whether I still find men attractive or not. But mostly "what the actual fucking fuck?"
(I don't watch any period films. Is that typical?)
Sadly I could mostly only recognize Reese Witherspoon and James Purefoy and kept getting confused about who the hell everyone else was because I wasn't as familiar with their faces, so that was also exciting. It was a case of "is this Amelia? Is this Jane? Have they invented another character? who is Professor Kirke playing in this movie? am I supposed to know this guy in uniform?" (My facial recognition skills, as good as ever.) Along with the ever popular, "So which king of England is this?" (One of the Georges, right? My dad and I finally agreed that we are Americans, we got a revolution right here that says we don't have to know that.)
No, seriously. What the fuck?
(I don't watch any period films. Is that typical?)
Sadly I could mostly only recognize Reese Witherspoon and James Purefoy and kept getting confused about who the hell everyone else was because I wasn't as familiar with their faces, so that was also exciting. It was a case of "is this Amelia? Is this Jane? Have they invented another character? who is Professor Kirke playing in this movie? am I supposed to know this guy in uniform?" (My facial recognition skills, as good as ever.) Along with the ever popular, "So which king of England is this?" (One of the Georges, right? My dad and I finally agreed that we are Americans, we got a revolution right here that says we don't have to know that.)
No, seriously. What the fuck?