One of the things I found most interesting was the notion, noted in Lynch’s Cult of Jane Austen, is the idea that “imagined territory ‘Jane Austen world,’ the balance between our authoring and [Austen’s] authoring may have gone off-kilter.” Lynch goes on to further say, “Austen movies in the last decade have overshadowed the books:…

One of my favorite aspects of how Clueless transforms Emma is in the way money is manifested as culturally significant. Of course, it would be incorrect to suppose that wealth is not a professed limiting factor within Austen’s Emma and does not explicitly serve as a means for separating class. In fact, it does. However,…

With regard to Bride and Prejudice, my feelings toward the Bollywood adaption are quite mixed. While I enjoyed the comedic relief of the movie itself—Mrs. Bakshi was a true delight—I felt that there was something lost in this adaption. On the whole, I enjoyed the movie. Though I believe a lot of the comedy was…

In truth, I grew up watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice. I have, in the same vein, read Austen’s Pride and Prejudice several times before. In fact, if you look at my copy of the novel, you will see nearly every page denoted with underlined segments and thoughts and considerations. This all being…

On the back of the Sense & Sensibility is the quote “Marianne was silent; it was impossible for her to say what she did not feel, however trivial the occasion; and upon Elinor therefore the whole task of telling lies when politeness required it, always fell.” I can only say that when taken out of…

I saw possibility. Looking through those windows was as if we were seeing the many, quite believable endings to Jeff and Lisa’s relationship. We can’t tell the future, but Hitchcock gave us a glimpse at these different paths Jeff and Lisa, together or apart, would take and where it could or could not lead them….

What constitutes profanity? Today, the use of ‘profanity’ is not nearly as weighted as it might have been 20 years ago. Take it from me, the son of a southern Criminal Defense Attorney, who’s father uses ‘fuck’ as though it were a preposition. I am so accustomed to the way it sounds and its usage…

I can still remember the story. The pages hung untethered to the spine, creased with dogears, and marked in every which way with the tip of a pencil. The last check-out was some years previous, but it sat on the shelf, wedged between two other far glossier novels, waiting to spill the world contained within….

Smackdab in the middle of last summer, I took a bus from Amsterdam to Prague. Standing at six-foot-three, long arms and even longer legs, it proved to be a wholly confined and delirious experience. It was a twelve-hour bus ride, crammed cheek-by-jowl; like a can of long since expired sardines. There were pockets of time…