I watched “
Emma” and the more I see
Gwyneth the more I understand her appeal. I used to think she had this
forced elegance and this weird chicken bone figure and a square
mannish face; in summary I didn’t get why she had this
enigma that people spoke of. Plus I read interviews that painted her as a self-satisfied
catty priss.
Emma is not the type of movie I would have once picked up. In fact, the only reason I did is because out of the 65 or so videos stacked up in the living room, it was the only one I haven’t seen, just about. I knew how the story would basically go, because I knew that
Clueless was based on it, and what teenage girl hasn’t seen Clueless? I loved how it had that
garden of earthly delights quality, how the simple little, beautiful thing, is worth your worship. A
ribbon takes on significance. Snaking
ivory garden seats in the middle of light dappled
shrubbery. Intricate, fragile
teacups and the faint ascension of mist over a fragrant
infusion.
In summary, it is sensous. and romantique.