Today it’s sunday but I’m scheduling this for Monday, so yesterday I showed you Saturday, on Sunday, and here is what happened on Sunday (today (but not “TODAY”)).
Sometimes my dad is like “opulence? Why not??” and we stay somewhere fancy for a night. We ARE visiting my only younger daughter he must think, I suppose. It was somewhere that Jane Austen has stayed (again); my wee sister goes in for a bit of Austen. I am not so much a fan, because it is not exciting.
Sometimes a hotel will have books and teddy bears, and this one did.
And a tiny bench, which we sat upon.
To return to the (tiresome) Jane Austen theme, we visited Chatsworth House. This is where a number of exteriors were shot for the Knightley Pride & Prej, and the rest of my fam have been before. Perhaps one hundred times. I have only been outside, and the grounds are very lovely.
But! Liz gave me a copy of the 2010 The Wolfman for Christmas this/last year, and upon viewing it I leapt up and cried “HARK! I’VE BEEN THERE!” And I had. For Fake Lawrence Talbot is also a Chatsworth man.
The 2010 Wolfman is a pretty half-full film. It’s more Hammer-evocative than Universal, although not in a good way, just “it’s a period piece and a bit silly”. The more obvious callback to the original, the wolf’s head stick, is introduced bizarrely and serves literally no narrative purpose. Emily Blunt’s character (“the fiancé”) should have – I do not say this often – been cut, and Hugo Weaving’s Nice Policeman character been the one to ‘break the curse’ (‘kill him’), using the love that a Nice Policeman/decent human has for the common citizen. That would have been a million times better than [my fiancee has been dead/I have known you] for two months, during one of which you were unconscious and the other you spent being tortured in an asylum, but– I love you!! Enough to DIE. That, reader, is nonsense.
Anyway, I kind of liked Anthony Hopkins’ weird creepy dad character/’arc’, I did like Hugo Weaving’s part, and the transformation sequence that focussed on teeth was pretty good. It was not a complete loss. So I threw myself with reasonable abandon into Discovering the Wolfman. The dvd is in the other room as I write and I am sleepy so I won’t do comparison shots (maybe later on tumblr) – when I tell you “this bit was in the Wolfman”, just believe me. Okay? Ok.
This bit was in the Wolfman!
This wasn’t. These are just nice seats (etc).
Basically a leather cocoon. I love it. I want one. To live in.
I found him??
These are just paintings of some men, but I felt their voices very strongly. The one on the left must be nasal and chewy, the one on the right a sort of deep pigeon voice. Apologetic, but not embarrassed.
This is my “being a dick about Modern Art” face
There’s a lot of rather nice statuary, if you fancy a visit.
This fuckin’ guy.
Darcy and Lizzie -
There is also a whole glasshouse of Camellias, which I HEART. In a witch-ish sort of way?
Finally we weren’t really sure – I made Lizzie watch Wolfman with me the night before, so she could/would help me – which was the right tree, or if they invented a hollow IN the tree, or perhaps superimposed a different, hollower tree from somewhere else in front on the house? So we hedged our best, basically.
The morning after Benicio-Lawrence goes full wolf and murders a bunch of guys by accident, he wakes up covered in blood and dirt in a cosy little tree-nest in front of the house, and then gets taken away by Hugo Weaving and posse. He’s pretty “nyauuurrghh” about it. As you can see.
And that is the end of our adventure. There is plenty of Pride & Prejudice and The Duchess merch in the gift shop, but no Wolfman! Can you imagine.