Similarly, to the Fifth Element there is no point to make this film, Jane Austin was a pedantic moron who couldn't have conceived of love if it smasher her brains out on the railroad she always dreamed of killing herself on.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It's impossible to comprehend how much attention, and scholarly attention(I mean, the Oxford translation of Pride and Prejudice(should be spelt "predjudice" actually) has a reference note on nearly every 200-words in this stupid bitch's 'book' that she wrote with the help of her then husband-in-secret nobody wants too admit he gave the overall plot direction that makes these novels both comedic and also cinema-like in the way they read but the truth is that nobody can really make sense of what she writes until they manage to figure out the scene-setting she has in her brain and that's where the modernists would claim she's one of them but the fact is she is so little like Joyce, who also was a bit schizo and derives allot of his acclaim from Ulysses' first 100-pages for thereafter its really that he gave up on his notion of cinematic time, but Austin's husband on the other hand, was cool with her writing and so, like Lee, helped make it work a bit more sensibly which) the book doesn't deserve in the way Ang Lee manages to erect a total cinema-scoring-systemology out of her moronic novel that sets a tone that is then spoken over: so, from the muting of the horses hoof-beats as it gallops away to draw-back a sceneographical interpretation of the montage of cinema that makes scening itself into the presentation of the fabric of calm demeanor that is the SENSE that he finds in Jane Austin that IS NOT THERE AT ALL but a book ABSOLUTELY FULL OF *****SensIBILITIES*****of these worthless gentry::::The movie and her books, even though Hugh Grant is a fantastic depiction of a redeeming type of this Sort of Personage at that time, make it clear that, although Hugh Grant's character-portrayal(unlike what will be found in the Worthless than Shit Novelistic enterprise of this decrepit whore known as Austin Butler's bitch) makes sense even when he is being sensible most of the truth of this time period is there's not a SINGLE THING ANY SINGLE PERSON AT THAT time period in the LANDED GENTRY FARMING SYSTEM OF Great Britain would have(and in the novels and IN THIS MOVIE AS WELL, because it cannot be a FILM MR. Grant when it refuses to makes sense of your mighty lift on this worthless than shit novel and turn it into a fun-time between men and women which is what that time would have been for nobody but the mealy-mouthed Jane Austin and her clan of stupid pedantic little muffins sitting around all day and night making sense of the senselessness of their existence) that there was in their lives not to be had a single utterance that did not address the sequencing of inheriting land(not then, not in the film, and not in the novels, so if you want to reduce your life to sensibilities on linguistically uttering truth that pertains on sourcing money from people, then Ang Lee also knows about that because he tried his best to make this film make sense and that is all it is good for and, after about 20 or thirty minutes you get the genius of his insights on cinematographical-portrayal of time and just think he got the message from Joyce for sure but we can all just believe*it as fact that there's no more sense to be given to a girly girl like Jane Austin out of the goodness of MENS' HEARTS(because then you just end-up, as we now have in liberal LALA LAND on the count of human-righting girls as women and nothing but women-hooded girls as Women). Peace to Austin, to Joyce and to Ang Lee as well; and the absolute very best to Mr. Grant and Wallaby himself, assuredly they both understand that this is is the single best essay ever written on Jane Austin's work that places if totally and purely in its proper fuck in location in history and makes the present MAKE FUCKIN' SENSE and SENSIBILITY IS for YOU* ME* and EVERYONE ELSE to figure out my good people have a nice life in this world devoid of ANY OPPORTUNITIES for making sense though it is all pedantic sensibility now, just like it WAS NOT at the time the landed-gentry system spawned those with nothing but the concerns for self-preservation that DEFINES 100% the King's PRESENT AMERICA.