Club Woodhouse

I didn’t enjoy this, although I expected to. I didn’t like “Emma”, it was one of my less-liked Jane books, but I anticipated a modernization making it seem less…. Something. But, it certainly seemed…. Something. I guess if you’re Knightley/Paul Rudd you don’t really like Club Woodhouse, you know. I wonder if I’m as unbearable as his character is. I guess the actress is pretty, although I don’t know her, really. 

I don’t know what it is. (shrugs) 

…. I guess I just didn’t anticipate that being an idiot once-born version of a priestess is intrinsic to Emma’s (Cher’s) character, even with the Anglo-centrism moderated, you know. 

…. “His whole idea of acting like a family is to criticize me.” 

He’s met my father…. 

So yeah, the segment I just watched wasn’t in actuality better, really, than the rest of it—although it is certainly easier to like a clueless girl when she’s all, “What important lesson is our Mother trying to teach me? I feel like this movie is almost over!”—but I liked it rather better. I guess I was more attuned to it. 

…. And, while it’s incidental to the “main plot” or whatever, the freeway scene is good because, although it reinforces gender stereotypes, it shows the Black couple, (incidentally if necessarily with Emma/Cher present), go through a traumatic experience together—and come out of it together, too. (And, alive, of course.) 

…. It’s cute. I was wrong; it’s cute. 

And man, I want to have a house like that. I don’t want to be a lawyer—I’m sure somebody has to do it, and I’m not saying they’re bad or telling a ‘lawyer joke’; but I Cannot imagine arguing with people for a living—but there are things I want to do, and having a house like that, stairs like that, that would be alright…. 

To have the excellence of one’s relationship be mirrored by the excellence of one’s stairs: that would be alright. (winky emoji)