Schade, Tina.
Ich halte die Verfilmung für sehr gelungen, wenn sie auch nicht perfekt ist, das gebe ich zu.
Es ist wahr, dass einige wichtige Gespräche zwischen Henry und Catherine ausgelassen wurden, aber ihr Fehlen stört mich nicht so, dass ich deswegen den Film nicht für gut halte. Trotzdem wäre es mir natürlich lieber, sie wären drin.
Ich finde, dass der Film die Stimmung des Buches sehr gut einfängt (auch wenn er es noch besser könnte), und gerade die Beziehung zwischen Henry und Catherine ist einmalig getroffen.
Eine Bettszene hätte für mich nicht sein müssen, ich finde jedoch, dass "Bettgerangel" (wie es hier mal bezeichnet wurde) mehr als übertrieben ist, und das ganze doch sehr "subtil" gemacht ist (wenn ich da an andere Filme denke...
) Mich hat es nicht gestört.
Eleanor war für mich passend besetzt. Und dieser heimliche "Verlobte" kommt übrigens auch im Buch vor. Eleanor bildet im Buch dezent das einzige "romantische" Element, über das sich Austen ja sonst lustig macht.
Ich fand dieses heimliche Treffen während des Spaziergangs eigentlich nicht schlecht, auch wenn es nicht im Roman vorkommt. Es zeigte noch deutlicher General Tilneys "tyrannische" Natur --- die Ungerechtigkeit, dass Väter damals einfach ihren Kindern verbieten konnten zu heiraten, und sie von dem Menschen, den sie liebten, zu trennen.
Und genau das lässt Jane Austen Catherine ja durch gesunden Menschenverstand erkennen, als sie glaubt, in General Tilney einen Mörder zu sehen.
Das ist natürlich Fantasterei, doch das eigentlich Üble an seinem Charakter hat sie instinktiv gespürt.
Tina hat geschrieben:
Dann in Bath: nicht Catherine als James sister, ihre Begleiterin (Mrs. Adams?) wurde als alte Schulfreundin erkannt und angesprochen! That's the beginning of their aquaintance in Bath! Mag Haarspalterei gewesen sein, aber irgendwie fand ich es unglaubwürdig, dass Isabells Mutter ausgerechnet eine ihr vollkommen unbekannte accomplished young lady als James' sister erkennen sollte und dann erst ihre alte Schulfreundin. No, no, not good for me.
Sag' es Jane Austen, wenn du ihr mal begegnen solltest.
Vielleicht ändert sie es ja nachträglich Roman ab... :aetsch:
...for hardly had she been seated ten minutes before a lady of about her own age, who was sitting by her, and had been looking at her attentively for several minutes, addressed her with great complaisance in these words: “I think, madam, I cannot be mistaken; it is a long time since I had the pleasure of seeing you, but is not your name Allen?” This question answered, as it readily was, the stranger pronounced hers to be Thorpe; and Mrs. Allen immediately recognized the features of a former schoolfellow and intimate, whom she had seen only once since their respective marriages, and that many years ago. Their joy on this meeting was very great, as well it might, since they had been contented to know nothing of each other for the last fifteen years. Compliments on good looks now passed; and, after observing how time had slipped away since they were last together, how little they had thought of meeting in Bath, and what a pleasure it was to see an old friend, they proceeded to make inquiries and give intelligence as to their families, sisters, and cousins, talking both together, far more ready to give than to receive information, and each hearing very little of what the other said. Mrs. Thorpe, however, had one great advantage as a talker, over Mrs. Allen, in a family of children; and when she expatiated on the talents of her sons, and the beauty of her daughters, when she related their different situations and views — that John was at Oxford, Edward at Merchant Taylors’, and William at sea — and all of them more beloved and respected in their different station than any other three beings ever were, Mrs. Allen had no similar information to give, no similar triumphs to press on the unwilling and unbelieving ear of her friend, and was forced to sit and appear to listen to all these maternal effusions, consoling herself, however, with the discovery, which her keen eye soon made, that the lace on Mrs. Thorpe’s pelisse was not half so handsome as that on her own.
“Here come my dear girls,” cried Mrs. Thorpe, pointing at three smart–looking females who, arm in arm, were then moving towards her. “My dear Mrs. Allen, I long to introduce them; they will be so delighted to see you: the tallest is Isabella, my eldest; is not she a fine young woman? The others are very much admired too, but I believe Isabella is the handsomest.”
The Miss Thorpes were introduced; and Miss Morland, who had been for a short time forgotten, was introduced likewise. The name seemed to strike them all; and, after speaking to her with great civility, the eldest young lady observed aloud to the rest, “How excessively like her brother Miss Morland is!”
“The very picture of him indeed!” cried the mother — and “I should have known her anywhere for his sister!” was repeated by them all, two or three times over. For a moment Catherine was surprised; but Mrs. Thorpe and her daughters had scarcely begun the history of their acquaintance with Mr. James Morland, before she remembered that her eldest brother had lately formed an intimacy with a young man of his own college, of the name of Thorpe; and that he had spent the last week of the Christmas vacation with his family, near London.Tina hat geschrieben:
Isabell I liked very much. But her brother!!!!!! Der war einfach nur besitzergreifend und hatte so einen harten Zug um den Mund und war für mich überhaupt nicht charming. Absolutely not!
Thorpe ist im Buch auch nicht charming.
Er ist ein Prahler und Mitgiftjäger. Catherine glaubt nur, ihn für charming halten zu müssen, weil alle anderen (sprich: seine Familie) es auch tun, und er ja der Bruder von Isabella ist, und noch dazu der beste Freund ihres Bruder...
John Thorpe, who in the meantime had been giving orders about the horses, soon joined them, and from him she directly received the amends which were her due; for while he slightly and carelessly touched the hand of Isabella, on her he bestowed a whole scrape and half a short bow. He was a stout young man of middling height, who, with a plain face and ungraceful form, seemed fearful of being too handsome unless he wore the dress of a groom, and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he ought to be civil, and impudent where he might be allowed to be easy.