Next up: Nudehanger Abbey
Giving credit where credit is due: Alert Janeite Mandy N for the new film title.
Upon opening the morning’s mail, we were greeted with NAKED! and SO HOT! and immediately assumed the spam filter was broken. Silly, out-of-touch Janeite! A closer look revealed (get it?) the latest press for Northanger Abbey.
It would take longer for us to describe these tiny bits than to read the articles themselves as there’s not much to them, and nothing we haven’t already seen. Although Miss Jones is fortunate that her bathe took place in the 21st century, assisted by an enthusiastic film crew and plenty of hot water, as Catherine Morland would have known better than to (1) linger in the tub (2) without wearing a shift (3) outdoors.
While waiting for our Region 2 DVDs to arrive, we, at least, will leave our gloves on and confine our remarks as best we can: given the subtlety and “less is more” approach characteristic of Jane Austen’s work, we view such exhibitions with a mixture of pity and regret, and attribute them to a lapse in judgment, as when our 91 year-old great-uncle chose to wear a thong to the community hot tub.
