I saw the 2008 adaptation of Sense and Sensibility. I’d never seen it before, but I’m in passionate love with the 1995 version.
The first criticism I have for it, since I am very shallow, has to be that D. Cooper is nowhere near as handsome Dan Stevens. And for something that’s supposed to have Willoughby as this dashing gentleman that sweeps Marianne off her feet to contrast with ‘old’, sedate Colonel Brandon or even to her sister’s love interest, Edward Ferrars who is supposed to be this bookish type, it just doesn’t gel.
At least it’s not as bad as C. Firth, though. Cooper may not be good-looking, but he has charm. Firth has nothing; I don’t see how other women see him as attractive (esp. in the 1995 P&P). I can more easily see the appeal in Cumberbatch.
And one of the selling points of this adaptation was supposed to be that the actors were much closer to the ages of the characters in the book, but Morrissey was forty-five at the time — ten years older than Colonel Brandon who is already twice Marianne’s age.
Gosh, I’m never happy.
Oh, and I saw The Boxtrolls today. I have to be honest, I didn’t like it as much as I liked Coraline or ParaNorman. I predicted I wouldn’t, but I’m still going to try to see it again in 3D, if only to support Laika. It’s the least I can do after having missed both other movies in theatres.
It did have it’s high points. The audience was small, mostly families with their kids, but their sides (and mine) were just splitting when Eggs meets other humans at Winnie’s house. Honestly, people were flailing with laughter.