I am so glad I decided to give it a proper go. I can't even remember the last time I cried during a movie, and there were many moments in this movie that were worthy of at least a few tears.
It felt good, I feel cleansed. Why do our souls feel purged after crying over just a movie?
I am in the mood to do a Jane Austen marathon, movies and books. I might need to beg John to buy me a VHS player (he feels this is taking a step backwards in technology) just so I can watch my box set of Pride & Prejudice.
I have never read Mansfield Park. This book has been bumped up to next on my list to purchase.
This scene in particular had me riveted. Watching it back now, I am not so sure it is as captivating just on it's own, but I thought I might as well post it anyways. I could feel the tension in the room as I sat snuggled on my couch. Oh that moment when their eyes locked... sigh.
On a side note, I feel the need to share with you photos of my favorite mug.