Last night we watched "The Jane Austen Book Club." There are two things I want to say about it.
- The Grigg character bugged me. Not because of anything wrong with him, but because of exactly that: there was nothing wrong with him. You see, some women tend to live in "fantasy land," and their literature and cinema enables them by giving them characters like Grigg, whose only "fault" was his love of science fiction.
- At least they had Judging Amy and Jimmy Smitts end up together at the end. That seemed like a nice dig at the ladies in "fantasy land" who think, "Oh, if my husband ever cheated on me it would be OVER!" I dislike when anyone says they already know what they will do in a situation.