pride in prejudice

i have never given much consideration to the concept of a person's "life's work". i mean, even though i have always admired great works, i never quite got around to thinking of what they must have meant to their creator. and then i saw the movie (for want of a better word) - bride and prejudice. i didnt have great expectations from the flick in the first place but, optimist that i am, i had hoped for something a bit more from the director. now i begin to wonder whether she had secretly hired someone else to make bend it like beckham.

the good thing is that i started pondering abt the stuff i had mentioned earlier abt the creator's perspective. i found myself being glad that jane austen didnt live to see her work being raped to death and then a bit more by an overfed pompous lard-ass. the mere thought of a pea-brained actress attempting to re-interpret elizabeth bennett gives one the creeps.

i wonder why people like me spend good money watching crap? but in a sense it is good as the obscene amounts that these mindless flicks reap in would mislead people into thinking that this is the junta's choice, and probably prevent others from producing any great works for such low-lives like chadha to rip to bits.

ps. liked the young sis in the movie... too bad she didnt get laid.