January 30, 2006

Embarrassing Gushy Nonsense

I love Emma Thompson. No, really. Love, love, LOVE Emma Thompson. Of all the female celebs out there, she's really the only one I'd like to meet for lunch. She's smart, and funny and doesn't seem stuck up or pretentious--Gwenyth "ANTONY Hopkins" Paltrow, I'm looking at you, sister--and I can totally see just hanging out and shooting the breeze with her and laughing my butt off.

Emma Thompson helped fan the flames of my Jane Austen habit.

Emma Thompson is the perfect Everywoman.

Emma Thompson is the reason that I can no longer stand to even CONTEMPLATE Kenneth Branagh. Honestly, leaving the fabulousness that is Emma for that beetle-browed E.M. Forster adaptation botching/couldn't do Austen if you beat her/goth wannabe strumpet Helena Bonham-Carter? The hell, Kenneth!

I should have known that the moment you broke it off with Emma there would be no leash on that pretentious streak of yours, and boy howdy, was I right! Frankenstein, anyone? Woof. And after you and Emma had done Dead Again, which I still love, definite cheese factor aside. You are dead to me now, Kenneth. But I digress.

What has brought on this embarrassing font of Emma love? Well, I took The Boy to see Nanny McPhee this weekend, while Hublet was down at Davidson doing the "Royal Shakespeare Company helps your high schoolers perform Shakespeare in a Day" prep class--remind me to gush about that later; I mean, the dang RSC tutoring a bunch of kids from Sampson County on performing Shakespeare! I would have killed for that experience when I was in high school, or in college when I actually did some acting. Yes, I am excited about this upcoming weekend, can you tell?

Anyhoo, I loved Nanny McPhee. Quite a bit went over The Boy's head, and I worried that the fact that Colin Firth's character spends a lot of time talking to corpses might bother The Boy, but he didn't even notice, and munched his popcorn and giggled at the silly stuff. Heh. I initially typed "stiff" for "stuff" back there. Heh.

And Emma wrote the screenplay, which I hadn't realized, and which just fanned the renewed flames of my Thompson lurve. Thus my undignified gushing in this post.

We will return to your regularly scheduled bitching and moaning tomorrow.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at January 30, 2006 04:28 PM

Ahem. WHAT YOU SAID, big-time. I heart Emma Thompson. It gives me pain to see her and le Branagh in both "Dead Again" and "Much Ado About Nothing" (although some of the pain inflicted by the latter may come from the woeful miscasting of Keanu Reeves -- what WERE they thinking??). However, I would say that she came off the better for that breakup - she ended up with the hunk from "Sense and Sensibility" while, as you say, le Branagh ended up with the pretentious HB-C.

Posted by: Roxanne at January 30, 2006 06:16 PM

What I wondered was whether BAW, in honor of her idol, provides the pretension restriction function for her Hublet that Emma used to do for KB.

Posted by: Annoying Old Guy at January 30, 2006 09:28 PM

We saw it too. It was so.....BRITISH. Loved it. I'm so proud of Emma Thompson for making jokes that would never fly in Hollywood. The ending was formulaic, but I was so drawn in by then it didn't matter.

I also was in Austen Adaptation Heaven! Imelda Staunton! Derek Jacobi! COLIN FIRTH FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Posted by: Belle at January 30, 2006 10:31 PM

One disagreement: Helena Bonham-Carter was great in Room with a View. Admittedly, it was mostly poutiness, but it was great poutiness.

Posted by: Michael at January 31, 2006 07:28 AM

I for one can see why Kenneth went to Helena. When you have an ego like his and your wife shows you up continually for the second rater you are by comparison you will go for someone who would never in a million years do that to you. Helena is not fit to kiss the feet of Emma and Kenneth is so caught up in the idea that he needs to prove himself better than Olivier (fat chance!!) that they deserve each other. Emma rules!! The only other one I could see having lunch with would be either Maggie Smith or Judi Dench. I saw them on a program together and they were hilarious together. I was sitting on the couch laughing like crazy at their comments. I could really see Emma there with them and it would be a true trifecta. Laughter for days.

Posted by: dick at January 31, 2006 11:12 AM

"he needs to prove himself better than Olivier (fat chance!!)"

Oh, please. Olivier was terrible.

Posted by: Michael at February 1, 2006 04:40 AM

My only pretensions, of course, were to marry someone as witty, as worldly, and as gorgeous as BAW (more brownie points for me).

But, Annoying Old Guy, where would I even start if I wanted to act pretentious in comparison with my wife? BAW went to the snooty private college, while I am a lowly public university product. She's the one who actually lived in Scotland for a while, and traipsed around all of Europe. On top of this, I wooed her during summer Super Nintendo sessions and Carolina Mudcat baseball games, and even before we officially dated I think she knew about my obsessions with Ric Flair and K&W Cafeteria food. Plus, she's seen my old yearbook pictures, and she knows my family intimately (come to think of it, since I also know her family intimately, her potential for pretension is pretty much shot).

Posted by: Husband of BAW at February 1, 2006 10:32 AM

Hey! Weirdo family members only enhance the tendency toward pretension--they give me an excuse to swan about and lament my "unfortunate connections" while preening over how I have risen above them.

A fondness for K&W food, however, is an insurmountable obstacle.

Posted by: BAW at February 1, 2006 11:56 AM