I immediately moved this movie up on my list based on a blog post that I read with news that Paris Hilton had been cast in the remake to play Miss Honeychurch. A wave of fear ran over me and I pushed this up to the top of my queue over on Netflix. I waited the two days or so it took until the movie came, and then about halfway through watching, I realized that said post was on April 1st. Yes, I had fallen so hard for this April Fool’s joke that I managed to see the movie before Paris could get her mitts on a classic movie of manners (ironic, I know).
And I go into any film with Helena Bonham Carter in it with a lot of mixed emotions. I’ve loved a lot of her work (notably Fight Club, but others as well), but I do bear a grudge from the whole Kenneth Branagh-Emma Thompson situation. So I had to get over that, as well.
I’m stalling on my reviews lately, humbled in the act of writing, if you will, and while I have notes that I actually took on this movie, I feel I can’t do it proper justice without being more familiar with the book.
And I don’t always like “manners” movies, either. But this was vaguely enjoyable; HBC’s hair was quizzical at best; and DD-L was eerily annoying.
Actually, it might be funny to see Paris Hilton play Miss Honeychurch. We’d have to do something with her hair.
