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More of the Britishiest Brits: The BBC’s Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell

Skip today’s entry if you find any of the following boring: British period pieces full of tricorn hats, pantaloons, masked balls, comedies of manners, compelling characters, dry British humor, magical imagery, and battles. If you are down with any or all of those things, please, read on! 

 

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Awkward stances and moody lighting! 

The phrase “modern classic” gets tossed around a lot, and isn’t always accurate. In the case of the BBC’s adaptation of Jonathan Strange and Mister Norrell, it is possibly the only description that fits. I’ve already watched it twice, once with one eye on my knitting, and a second time just so I could soak up all the magnificent production and performances. There’s not a wasted moment of the show, and one season really just wasn’t enough, even though it perfectly captured the entire 600-page book.

Today’s post is all about the glorious adaptation, with some light, inconsequential spoilers.

If you aren’t already familiar with the story from reading the book, here is a quick summary:

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Thursday – A Fine Day to Trip Balls!

Good morning!

Currently I am working on an entry on the BBC’s magnificent adaptation of Susanna Clark’s Jonathan Strange and Mister Norrell. Seriously, it was so good. Minor quibbles? Of course I have them, because it’s me, but overall it was gorgeous and I can’t wait to dive in. And I’m doing a lot of brainstorming for Horror Movie Month – so stay tuned!

In the meantime, please enjoy this weirdo music video that features the 6’3 Gwendoline  Christie (Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones and also my heart)  in all her glory. The imagery is trippy and enchanting, the music is very Sigur Ros, and I will never get enough Gwendoline even if I lived in her backpack like one of those ridiculous purse-dogs.

 

I want her to be a bond villain. I NEED her to be a Bond villain. Not the boss who sits around telling people to do stuff, I need her to take up the mantle of Miss Grace Jones and Famke Janssen and throw around a British man like a bag of chips that you just can’t open. Can’t you see her in a slinky dress and slingback heels, on top of a train or a surfaced submarine or a space station, whaling on some guy in a tux? I can. Yes I can.