I like Anne Hathaway. I like James McAvoy. I freaking love Jane Austen.
Hell, I even like Seth Grahame-Smith, who took classic, timeless stories like Pride and Prejudice and mercilessly and shamelessly butchered them into horridly appalling, absolutely mesmerizing, completely hilarious parodies like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (one of my top-ten favorite books, because it combines an awesome story by one of my favorite authors, with one of my all-time favorite things. I mean, come on. Zombies are fucking awesome. And anyone who disagrees doesn’t have a soul).
If you haven’t read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, that needs to be at the top of your bucket list. I have Pride and Prejudice basically memorized, and laughed my ass off through the whole book.
I want Seth’s babies.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”
I mean, seriously. How fucking awesome is that?
Just in case you’re not familiar with the late great Ms. Austen, the first line of Pride and Prejudice is, “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” I was in hysterics from the very first sentence of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
And it has fucking pictures!
(This is about where my favorite lit professor lost pretty much all respect for me as a human being. Because he doesn’t have a soul.)
I’m rambling. James McAvoy, Anne Hathaway, and Jane Austen. All very cool people.
So how did I not know about the movie Becoming Jane?
Well, I duct-taped the spawn to the ceiling and found I had some time to kill, so I flipped it on in the bedroom and watched it.
And damn, I love that movie. I had goosebumps at the end. Fucking awesome.
Kazander happened to get home from work just as the movie was about over. He walked into the bedroom and lied down next to me, staring at the screen with horror.
“This is the most awful movie I’ve ever seen,” was about the gist of whatever-he-said. I was too transfixed by the movie to pay attention.
I said something along the lines of, “It’s the last five minutes. You can’t judge the whole movie by the last five minutes.”
His response was, “Yes I can. It’s awful.”
And then he made the mistake of saying, “If you ever want to really punish me, you don’t need a flogger or a cane or anything. Just make me watch this.”
…. Oooh, baby, you should not have told me that…
I cannot wait for him to fuck up.