Video 97, or the fallout from Lizzie Calling Darcy? It’s called “Special Delivery” and we hope they mean Darcy’s special delivery because really that’s all I’ll accept.
It’s up! Reactions in a minute:
“Guess who showed up on my doorstep in the rain last night?” Listen, if it’s Charlotte, I’m gonna deck ya. Also NEGATIVE TWENTY POINTS for the nod to the Keira Knightley version which made this marvelous and complicated satirical book a ROMANTIC COMEDY and there’s no excuse for it.
Oh! It was Charlotte! I take it back. Also I won’t deck ya much. We were right about the birthday dress-up; also, Lizzie is indicating she is nearing the end of her independent study, which is code for the end of
the series series the plot her current academic career.
And we’re at it: Lizzie is writing up a prospectus of her diaries as though they were their own web production company. Sounds ideal to be a partner to Pemberley, no? Her own independent work, picked up as a Pemberley partner? Sounds like a good way to justify her working with Darcy without making it like he gave his girlfriend a job.
Charlotte pushes Lizzie and Lizzie doesn’t want to talk about Darcy.
“When has that ever mattered? You’ve talked about everyone else’s heartaches and drama on your videos. Your sisters, your friends? We come here and practically make confession. What makes this time so different?”
You tell em, Charlotte.
Lizzie admits she is disappointed she didn’t hear from Darcy, ratcheting up the tension for the moment when she does, which may still be at the end of this episode, I’m not done yet.
“I’m getting the brush off. And that’s fine, because he deserved more from me.”
DOORBELL! It’s Darcy. It will be.
“Second chances are rare. I think I used all mine up.” And there’s RUNNING FOOTSTEPS OF DOOM It’s a bird it’s a plane it’s…
LIZZIE’S BOOBS AND A VEST!
Oh man. Is it Thursday?
Emily here. This was my first reaction to this video:
And that’s pretty much still my reaction. AAAAAAAAAAAAH! THEY ARE EVIL! IT’S EPISODE 59 ALL OVER AGAIN. AAAAAAAAAAAH!
Also, Melissa and I agree that the 2005 movie of P&P should be banished from history, never to be heard of again (If I’d been sitting any closer to the screen the one and only time I’ve watched that travesty all the way through, I’d have thrown my popcorn at it. Several times.). In fact, where’s my TARDIS? I’ll go take care of that, and then I’ll skip to Thursday. BECAUSE I’M STILL DYING.