I love that PBS tonight quietly countered the testosterone and sheer brute force of the Super Bowl with a choice of Jane Austen: on CPTV, Persuasion (the non-Ciaran Hinds version) and on Channel 13 the full production of Emma. I’ve expressed myself on this version of Persuasion… I must have seen this Emma before, and it was lovely. I’m grateful for the respite. I can’t formulate coherent thoughts at the moment, apart from saying that any time in the future I need a nickname it should be Miss Bates, but Emma was very well done. It’s a remarkable thing when a character with so many foolish qualities and such silly behavior is also such a wonderful and human and fully-formed character; her remark to Miss Bates at the strawberry picnic is one of the nastiest I can think of, particularly in context, and yet Emma Woodhouse is not hateful. It’s a tribute to Miss Austen’s remarkable ability that it is so.
And Mr. Knightley is … marvelous.
And I’m very depressed now.