Hi I loooove the 2005 version! Jane really IS a beauty! As the book requires! Rosamunde Pike does not disappoint in that regard! And this country ball is a real ‘knees up’ to jar the refined sensibilities of the fine folk newly come to these parts so well captured by the cinematography! Seeing this rift between the very well heeled and the less so is a major theme in Pride and Prejudice bringing it to the fore visually is necessary for the dialogue to make sense, especially between D’Arcy and Lizzy! This version is the absolute best at that!

The Dutch scene seemed to go on and on and on.

Nelle versioni in italiano e in spagnolo i nomi e cognomi vengono cambiati. Perche' mai? Gli attori sapranno pur pronunciare nomi stranieri!

1995 and 2005! ❤❤ But my favourite is 1995

How weird is the Italian version 🤭 AND the 2005 !!!

Bravo!! Thanks for sharing!

So Louisa what did you learn? Don't be stupid and get yourself hurt

Thank you, for the compilation and the text, so much work. It's fascinating to see how each adaptation handles the same scene!

спасибо большое, я очень приятно провела время за просмотром этого видео!

замечательная подборка, как всегда. Спасибо Вам большое!

Thank you for making these videos! I would love if you could include the carriage scene in the 1940’s version when Darcy and Lady C have their discussion. It’s not from the book so I understand how it doesn’t really fit but the emotion Darcy gives makes me so happy and I can’t find that clip anywhere!

*Series:* kzbin.info/aero/PLzcoQ_vebs-TU8FVfdHnveqlU9NllsFnQ _A letter arrived from Mr. Churchill to urge his nephew’s instant return. Mrs. Churchill was unwell-far too unwell to do without him; she had been in a very suffering state (so said her husband) when writing to her nephew two days before, though from her usual unwillingness to give pain, and constant habit of never thinking of herself, she had not mentioned it; but now she was too ill to trifle, and must entreat him to set off for Enscombe without delay._ _The substance of this letter was forwarded to Emma, in a note from Mrs. Weston, instantly. As to his going, it was inevitable. He must be gone within a few hours, though without feeling any real alarm for his aunt, to lessen his repugnance. He knew her illnesses; they never occurred but for her own convenience._ _Mrs. Weston added, “that he could only allow himself time to hurry to Highbury, after breakfast, and take leave of the few friends there whom he could suppose to feel any interest in him; and that he might be expected at Hartfield very soon.”_ _This wretched note was the finale of Emma’s breakfast. When once it had been read, there was no doing any thing, but lament and exclaim. The loss of the ball-the loss of the young man-and all that the young man might be feeling!-It was too wretched!-Such a delightful evening as it would have been!-Every body so happy! and she and her partner the happiest!-“I said it would be so,” was the only consolation._ _Her father’s feelings were quite distinct. He thought principally of Mrs. Churchill’s illness, and wanted to know how she was treated; and as for the ball, it was shocking to have dear Emma disappointed; but they would all be safer at home._ _Emma was ready for her visitor some time before he appeared; but if this reflected at all upon his impatience, his sorrowful look and total want of spirits when he did come might redeem him. He felt the going away almost too much to speak of it. His dejection was most evident. He sat really lost in thought for the first few minutes; and when rousing himself, it was only to say,_ _“Of all horrid things, leave-taking is the worst.”_ _“But you will come again,” said Emma. “This will not be your only visit to Randalls.”_ _“Ah!-(shaking his head)-the uncertainty of when I may be able to return!-I shall try for it with a zeal!-It will be the object of all my thoughts and cares!-and if my uncle and aunt go to town this spring-but I am afraid-they did not stir last spring-I am afraid it is a custom gone for ever.”_ _“Our poor ball must be quite given up.”_ _“Ah! that ball!-why did we wait for any thing?-why not seize the pleasure at once?-How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!-You told us it would be so.-Oh! Miss Woodhouse, why are you always so right?”_ _“Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.”_ _“If I can come again, we are still to have our ball. My father depends on it. Do not forget your engagement.”_ _Emma looked graciously._ _“Such a fortnight as it has been!” he continued; “every day more precious and more delightful than the day before!-every day making me less fit to bear any other place. Happy those, who can remain at Highbury!”_ _“As you do us such ample justice now,” said Emma, laughing, “I will venture to ask, whether you did not come a little doubtfully at first? Do not we rather surpass your expectations? I am sure we do. I am sure you did not much expect to like us. You would not have been so long in coming, if you had had a pleasant idea of Highbury.”_ _He laughed rather consciously; and though denying the sentiment, Emma was convinced that it had been so._ _“And you must be off this very morning?”_ _“Yes; my father is to join me here: we shall walk back together, and I must be off immediately. I am almost afraid that every moment will bring him.”_ _“Not five minutes to spare even for your friends Miss Fairfax and Miss Bates? How unlucky! Miss Bates’s powerful, argumentative mind might have strengthened yours.”_ _“Yes-I have called there; passing the door, I thought it better. It was a right thing to do. I went in for three minutes, and was detained by Miss Bates’s being absent. She was out; and I felt it impossible not to wait till she came in. She is a woman that one may, that one must laugh at; but that one would not wish to slight. It was better to pay my visit, then”-_ _He hesitated, got up, walked to a window._ _“In short,” said he, “perhaps, Miss Woodhouse-I think you can hardly be quite without suspicion”-_ _He looked at her, as if wanting to read her thoughts. She hardly knew what to say. It seemed like the forerunner of something absolutely serious, which she did not wish. Forcing herself to speak, therefore, in the hope of putting it by, she calmly said,_ _“You are quite in the right; it was most natural to pay your visit, then”-_ _He was silent. She believed he was looking at her; probably reflecting on what she had said, and trying to understand the manner. She heard him sigh. It was natural for him to feel that he had cause to sigh. He could not believe her to be encouraging him. A few awkward moments passed, and he sat down again; and in a more determined manner said,_ _“It was something to feel that all the rest of my time might be given to Hartfield. My regard for Hartfield is most warm”-_ _He stopt again, rose again, and seemed quite embarrassed.-He was more in love with her than Emma had supposed; and who can say how it might have ended, if his father had not made his appearance? Mr. Woodhouse soon followed; and the necessity of exertion made him composed._ _A very few minutes more, however, completed the present trial. Mr. Weston, always alert when business was to be done, and as incapable of procrastinating any evil that was inevitable, as of foreseeing any that was doubtful, said, “It was time to go;” and the young man, though he might and did sigh, could not but agree, to take leave._ _“I shall hear about you all,” said he; “that is my chief consolation. I shall hear of every thing that is going on among you. I have engaged Mrs. Weston to correspond with me. She has been so kind as to promise it. Oh! the blessing of a female correspondent, when one is really interested in the absent!-she will tell me every thing. In her letters I shall be at dear Highbury again.”_ _A very friendly shake of the hand, a very earnest “Good-bye,” closed the speech, and the door had soon shut out Frank Churchill. Short had been the notice-short their meeting; he was gone; and Emma felt so sorry to part, and foresaw so great a loss to their little society from his absence as to begin to be afraid of being too sorry, and feeling it too much._ _It was a sad change. They had been meeting almost every day since his arrival. Certainly his being at Randalls had given great spirit to the last two weeks-indescribable spirit; the idea, the expectation of seeing him which every morning had brought, the assurance of his attentions, his liveliness, his manners! It had been a very happy fortnight, and forlorn must be the sinking from it into the common course of Hartfield days. To complete every other recommendation, he had almost told her that he loved her. What strength, or what constancy of affection he might be subject to, was another point; but at present she could not doubt his having a decidedly warm admiration, a conscious preference of herself; and this persuasion, joined to all the rest, made her think that she must be a little in love with him, in spite of every previous determination against it._ _“I certainly must,” said she. “This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of every thing’s being dull and insipid about the house!- I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not-for a few weeks at least. Well! evil to some is always good to others. I shall have many fellow-mourners for the ball, if not for Frank Churchill; but Mr. Knightley will be happy. He may spend the evening with his dear William Larkins now if he likes.”_ _Mr. Knightley, however, shewed no triumphant happiness. He could not say that he was sorry on his own account; his very cheerful look would have contradicted him if he had; but he said, and very steadily, that he was sorry for the disappointment of the others, and with considerable kindness added,_ _“You, Emma, who have so few opportunities of dancing, you are really out of luck; you are very much out of luck!”_ _It was some days before she saw Jane Fairfax, to judge of her honest regret in this woeful change; but when they did meet, her composure was odious. She had been particularly unwell, however, suffering from headache to a degree, which made her aunt declare, that had the ball taken place, she did not think Jane could have attended it; and it was charity to impute some of her unbecoming indifference to the languor of ill-health._ *_Emma, Vol II, Chapter 12_*

Спасибо, что вы продолжаете выкладывать ваши видео с отрывками из экранизаций романов Джейн Остин. И спасибо за субтитры! Я очень ценю это!

*Series:* kzbin.info/aero/PLzcoQ_vebs-TU8FVfdHnveqlU9NllsFnQ _The shower was heavy, but short; and it had not been over five minutes, when in came Harriet, with just the heated, agitated look which hurrying thither with a full heart was likely to give; and the “Oh! Miss Woodhouse, what do you think has happened!” which instantly burst forth, had all the evidence of corresponding perturbation. As the blow was given, Emma felt that she could not now shew greater kindness than in listening; and Harriet, unchecked, ran eagerly through what she had to tell. “She had set out from Mrs. Goddard’s half an hour ago-she had been afraid it would rain-she had been afraid it would pour down every moment-but she thought she might get to Hartfield first-she had hurried on as fast as possible; but then, as she was passing by the house where a young woman was making up a gown for her, she thought she would just step in and see how it went on; and though she did not seem to stay half a moment there, soon after she came out it began to rain, and she did not know what to do; so she ran on directly, as fast as she could, and took shelter at Ford’s.”-Ford’s was the principal woollen-draper, linen-draper, and haberdasher’s shop united; the shop first in size and fashion in the place.-“And so, there she had set, without an idea of any thing in the world, full ten minutes, perhaps-when, all of a sudden, who should come in-to be sure it was so very odd!-but they always dealt at Ford’s-who should come in, but Elizabeth Martin and her brother!-Dear Miss Woodhouse! only think. I thought I should have fainted. I did not know what to do. I was sitting near the door-Elizabeth saw me directly; but he did not; he was busy with the umbrella. I am sure she saw me, but she looked away directly, and took no notice; and they both went to quite the farther end of the shop; and I kept sitting near the door!-Oh! dear; I was so miserable! I am sure I must have been as white as my gown. I could not go away you know, because of the rain; but I did so wish myself anywhere in the world but there.-Oh! dear, Miss Woodhouse-well, at last, I fancy, he looked round and saw me; for instead of going on with her buyings, they began whispering to one another. I am sure they were talking of me; and I could not help thinking that he was persuading her to speak to me-(do you think he was, Miss Woodhouse?)-for presently she came forward-came quite up to me, and asked me how I did, and seemed ready to shake hands, if I would. She did not do any of it in the same way that she used; I could see she was altered; but, however, she seemed to try to be very friendly, and we shook hands, and stood talking some time; but I know no more what I said-I was in such a tremble!-I remember she said she was sorry we never met now; which I thought almost too kind! Dear, Miss Woodhouse, I was absolutely miserable! By that time, it was beginning to hold up, and I was determined that nothing should stop me from getting away-and then-only think!-I found he was coming up towards me too-slowly you know, and as if he did not quite know what to do; and so he came and spoke, and I answered-and I stood for a minute, feeling dreadfully, you know, one can’t tell how; and then I took courage, and said it did not rain, and I must go; and so off I set; and I had not got three yards from the door, when he came after me, only to say, if I was going to Hartfield, he thought I had much better go round by Mr. Cole’s stables, for I should find the near way quite floated by this rain. Oh! dear, I thought it would have been the death of me! So I said, I was very much obliged to him: you know I could not do less; and then he went back to Elizabeth, and I came round by the stables-I believe I did-but I hardly knew where I was, or any thing about it. Oh! Miss Woodhouse, I would rather done any thing than have it happen: and yet, you know, there was a sort of satisfaction in seeing him behave so pleasantly and so kindly. And Elizabeth, too. Oh! Miss Woodhouse, do talk to me and make me comfortable again.”_ _Very sincerely did Emma wish to do so; but it was not immediately in her power. She was obliged to stop and think. She was not thoroughly comfortable herself. The young man’s conduct, and his sister’s, seemed the result of real feeling, and she could not but pity them. As Harriet described it, there had been an interesting mixture of wounded affection and genuine delicacy in their behaviour. But she had believed them to be well-meaning, worthy people before; and what difference did this make in the evils of the connexion? It was folly to be disturbed by it. Of course, he must be sorry to lose her-they must be all sorry. Ambition, as well as love, had probably been mortified. They might all have hoped to rise by Harriet’s acquaintance: and besides, what was the value of Harriet’s description?-So easily pleased-so little discerning;-what signified her praise?_ _She exerted herself, and did try to make her comfortable, by considering all that had passed as a mere trifle, and quite unworthy of being dwelt on,_ _“It might be distressing, for the moment,” said she; “but you seem to have behaved extremely well; and it is over-and may never-can never, as a first meeting, occur again, and therefore you need not think about it.”_ _Harriet said, “very true,” and she “would not think about it;” but still she talked of it-still she could talk of nothing else; and Emma, at last, in order to put the Martins out of her head, was obliged to hurry on the news, which she had meant to give with so much tender caution; hardly knowing herself whether to rejoice or be angry, ashamed or only amused, at such a state of mind in poor Harriet-such a conclusion of Mr. Elton’s importance with her!_ _Mr. Elton’s rights, however, gradually revived. Though she did not feel the first intelligence as she might have done the day before, or an hour before, its interest soon increased; and before their first conversation was over, she had talked herself into all the sensations of curiosity, wonder and regret, pain and pleasure, as to this fortunate Miss Hawkins, which could conduce to place the Martins under proper subordination in her fancy._ _Emma learned to be rather glad that there had been such a meeting. It had been serviceable in deadening the first shock, without retaining any influence to alarm. As Harriet now lived, the Martins could not get at her, without seeking her, where hitherto they had wanted either the courage or the condescension to seek her; for since her refusal of the brother, the sisters never had been at Mrs. Goddard’s; and a twelvemonth might pass without their being thrown together again, with any necessity, or even any power of speech._ *_Emma, Vol II, Chapter 3_*

1995 BBC, the best of the best! it has no comparison!!!!!!!!! and Colin Firth the one and only Darcy

2005 is the scene that affected me the most. The heart spoke With words unspoken. She watched his walk across the field and knew her true feelings.❤

Goodness, Dutch is the ugliest language of all! verlaten, vertrekken, vertrokken... lol

1995 was a good year for Jane Austen fans. ☺️

i am obsessed with your account, thank you for all these videos

I want a Darcy in my life too 🥹🥹🥹

2022 is a joke, is not the humble and kind, feminine Anne

2022 is a joke

I know this will be an unpopular opinion but I heartedly disliked the 1995 production.

2005! Feels human 😍

Without a question 1995 best one

I find great fault in the 1995 version because Darcy does not take the lead. He has heard what his aunt said, but he walks in silence, not like a man wanting to propose once again. The dual walk is also annoying, would not Jane and Mr. Bingley want time alone after their reunion. In 2005 Darcy walks all the way to see Elizabeth at first light to propose, takes action, and properly the couple is alone. Novels may be one way, movies another.

2005👍👍

The 1995 version is the only version that is wholly authentic.

Who thought a southern version was a good idea 😂🤪

1995 is my absolute favorite. It is the most faithful adaptation, and it is also well- acted. I understand why 2005 would be the favorite for others; being a feature film, its cinematic style is lovely. It's charmingly done. The 1940 version is whimsical, but its best feature for me is Laurence Olivier. One of the greats of classic Hollywood, certainly. They all have their good points, even the foreign language versions; but of them all, it's 1995 for me.

I love the 2005 version, it's my favorite by far. ❤

No one is Darcy but Colin Firth. And the ending follows the book.

I'm going against everyone else, my favorite is the 1940 version. Laurence Kerr Olivier and Greer Garson were my favorites.

So is it possible that first movie of P & P was Italian and not British?

2005.. the way it should be.👑 🌬🕯💖💖✨️

Is it historically accurate that everyone looks disheveled in the 2005 version?

I guess the 1940s audience expected period films to feel, sound and look like Gone with the Wind. 👎

I think they all have a charm about them. In many ways, 1995 more accurately portrayed the characters as they would have behaved at the time. Colin is absolutely a wonderful Darcy, but Matthew has him beat with the emotional depth. The proposal scene in 2005 was the most beautifully performed IMO. The emotions were conveyed so much more and more closely alligned with how i envisioned it when reading the novel. Jane may not have been sappy, but she was absolutely a romantic.

1940! Always the true standard for pure characterization! Everyone else followed and stole just a little bit or even a lot.

That's interesting, that in Italian version ALL the couples are happy and in love - Vickhem actually loved Lydia, Lizzy's mom and dad are in good relationships in the end, and even Charlotte happy with mr. Collins 😂

I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that they didn't save a recording of Peter Cushing's Darcy on the BBC.

12:19 sorry, but I laughed HARD at this moment 😂 it looks so weird.

It's really weird, that in 1940, 1957 and 1967 versions Jane is definitely not ill and doesn't actually need Lizzy's help 😂

I really like 1995 version - they speak and act very natural, not overdramatical. And you can really believe, that Darcy is about to leave Elizabeth with her troubles, that he didn't change. That's why the true reveal of his nature is so amazing and works well.

Edna May Oliver, as Lady Catherine (1940 -- MGM) was a well loved character actress who appeared in many Hollywood versions of literary classics. Sir Laurence Olivier (at age 33) was played Darcy and Greer Garson played Elizabeth Bennet. Jane Bennet is played by Maureen O'Sullivan (the mother of actress Mia Farrow) Maureen became famous for being "Jane" in the Tarzan series of films (from 1932 to 1948) with Johnny Weissmuller. Mr. Bingley is played by the South African-born English actor Bruce Lester; who early in his career (1934-1958) was also known as Bruce Lister. He was in over 60 films. Never a leading man he was considered to be a handsome, talented and reliable supporting actor.

Thank you (again) for identifying the films. That must have been so strange and overwhelming for people of moderate means to visit those magnificent estates with their enormous art collections. extensive gardens, and the panoramic vistas of the man-made landscapes (that appeared more beautiful than most people could imagine -- "tamed wildernesses" created from farmland)

Thank you. I enjoyed the headings for each section informing us of the exact film. I tried to look up which one was which by doing research on the actresses; but I could not find enough photo information -- Frankly the Italian and Dutch ones, as well as B&W (earlier) American and British ones appeared to be very similar to me in the settings.

Does anyone know what lizzy is singing in the 1980 version?

thank you.. beautiful

I love this adaptation !! It’s the better one👏👏❤️