I don’t own a single adaptation of Sense and Sensibility, which now strikes me as completely insane.

(The other option here is From Prada to Nada, which I haven’t seen, but which has jumped up the Netflix queue in recent weeks.) And, okay, the pickings for Sense and Sensibility adaptations are slimmer than they are for Pride and Prejudice, but I think what Sense and Sensibility lacks in quantity, it makes up for in quality: the modern adaptations of it are both excellent. Somewhat sacrilegiously, I think, I skipped the actual novel this time I’ve read it relatively recently, and decided to opt for Netflix and instant gratification instead. Where this new Sense and Sensibility yen came from, I couldn’t say, but here we are. Fitzpatrick to know that I hear her exasperation in my head retroactively.) (I did not watch the 1980 BBC version, as this was before the days of this site and I didn’t know any better, but I want Mrs. I gotta tell you guys: I am having a Sense and Sensibility THING.ĭo you all do this? A few years ago, I went through a phase where I re-read Pride and Prejudice, watched the Keira Knightley version, watched the Colin Firth/Jennifer Ehle version, re-read Bridget Jones’s Diary, watched THAT movie a hundred million couple of times, sought out Bride and Prejudice…there are just a lot of Pride and Prejudice adaptations out there, and I watched and read a bunch of them, is what I’m saying.

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