My review
Can going to the cinema with your mum and best
friend change your outlook on life and, especially, on men? Can a
fictional character wreck your
love life? Elizabeth Barrett, the protagonist
of My Own Mr Darcy, would answer YES to both questions, of
course.
She unwillingly follows her mother to the
cinema to see Pride and Prejudice only because,
probably, that will help her avoid reading Jane Austen’s book for a
project. So she asks her best mate to go with her. Unexpectedly, seeing Matthew
MacFadyen as brooding, fascinating Darcy on the huge screen brings her to quite
surprising outcomes.
Pride
and Prejudice becomes her favourite
book, she reads it on and on dreaming of Mr Darcy and looking forward to
meeting her own dashing gentleman one day.
But, as we well know, reality can very rarely
be compared to the world of perfection
we create in our minds while reading, so what expects Elizabeth is a love life
of disappointment and disillusionment: there is not one man who is Mr Darcy
enough.
