Darcy and Lizze, BBC verison of
Pride and Prejudice
In the collection of movies that I keep on hand to watch over and over, (Jaws, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter) there are a couple here and there that I always come back to when I need a laugh. I'm one of those people that walked out of the theater with scrunched brows after seeing Napoleon Dynamite thinking, "What the hell was that?" But the second time around, and then the third, it finally sunk in and I got it. The same thing pretty much goes for my favorite Jack Black movie, Nacho Libre. Maybe it's my strange sense of humor, but that movie about an incapable priest in the poverty-stricken mountains of Mexico who dreams of being a wrestler, tickles my funny bone. I often break into Nacho Libre voice when I need to relax. Sometimes I read in Nacho Libre voice when I need to get through a long passage of something I find boring. Whatever works. But seriously, my favorite all time movie at this time in my life (because let's face it, twenty years ago it was a toss up between Footloose, Goonies or Dirty Dancing) is the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice. I suppose it is cliché, but that's the way it is. No one holds a candle to Mr. Darcy. Not Baby. Not even Nacho.