Mr.Darcy.

Lead male role in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.  

A misunderstood man for whom Elizabeth eventually realizes she is crazy.  

Immortalized by Colin Firth in the BBC adaptation of the classic novel.  

[A version which I watched in college with my friend, Carolyn, who muttered things like, “Oh!  Sexy waistcoat!” throughout.  She speaks the truth.]

I saw The King’s Speech yesterday afternoon, taking advantage of a $5 matinee showing.  Oscar nominations were announced that morning and it was this motion picture that came out ahead of the rest with twelve nods, including best picture and a best actor for Mr. Firth.

Colin Firth plays the role of King George VI, one who comes to the throne of England on the brink of World War II and with a verbal stutter.  Historically intriguing, humorous at times, and heartwarming, I enjoyed the film.  Well done, Mr. Darcy, well done.  (Helena Bonham Carter plays his wife and I will admit, I had a really hard time with her in the sweet, supporting role.  All I could see in her was Bellatrix Lastrange.  “I killed Sirius Black!  I killed Sirius Black.”  She’s a meanie in Harry Potter.)

So naturally, later that evening, as I continued to prep 45 small draw-string bags as part of a for-hire sewing gig I scored, I watched P&P.  [I cheated with the most recent version; the BBC version I own not.]  Sexy waistcoat.