.: so comes snow after fire :.

The summer is finally here! No weird pressure drops, just good old sun. My head is very grateful. I've been wearing shorts since the weekend, and the skin on my legs is finally crossing that crucial line between zombie pale and very pale. Yes! :D

Yesterday was a bank holiday here in Italy, when we celebrate the end of the monarchy in 1946, so this year we had a sort of long weekend. On monday I did two days worth of stuff, so I could have tuesday all to myself. And then I spent all of tuesday inside, wearing an old t-shirt, and watching the 1995 Pride And Prejudice tv series while eating popcorn. It was awesome. :D

And yes, I am indeed twenty years late to the party. Unsurprisingly, I loved it immensely. I was never a huge Austen fan, but since my mom was, I have read all the books multiple times. Jennifer Ehle is a gift to humanity. Her Lizzie is an absolute delight, and I loved how they portrayed her relationship with her sister Jane. Having six episodes they could be incredibly faithful to the novel, while adding a lot of details here and there that I enjoyed a lot. And as expected, I adored Colin Firth's Mr Darcy: I loved how they emphasized the fact that he's not very good at speaking to people, and he'd rather stare creepily at Lizzie from a distance like he's channelling the ghost of Heathcliff. :D There was a lot of shouting on my part at the screen ("talk to her, you dumbass!"), it was awesome. And the way the relationship progressed, it was so wonderfully done and never felt rushed. Loved it.

Plus the music, the costumes, the settings, I loved everything. And the casting! Apparently Anna Chancellor has always looked like a Greek Goddess, holy moley. And the actress playing Jane looks like she jumped out of a Pre-Raphaelite painting, I was in complete awe.

I also really, really appreciated how they kept drenching Mr Firth in water for no apparent reason: "in this scene he sees Lizzie from a window. Let's just put him in the bath first!" up until "let's just throw him in the lake and have him walk around in his wet clothes!". Thank you to everyone involved, it was MUCH appreciated. :D

And having seen St Trinian's last week, now on my post-Kingsman Colin Firth to-watch list I only have the depressing stuff left. Better stock up on chocolate. ^^