Certain films move us in a way that for a few dramatic scenes, something stirs up within and we feel a series of fluttering. Then slowly things go back to the way it was. Sometimes.
It is a little bit how I feel whenever I watch Joe Wright’s films. There’s a certain flavor about them; scenes tinge of being suspended in time, sweeping vistas and sudden movements fleeting past that blinks you out of a moment’s reverie.
These here are lovely scenes which I claim as favorites in his adaptation of Pride and Prejudice and Atonement. Then, there’s Cecilia running down the path with a bouquet of flowers, her skirts rustling against the shrub, where my heart fluttered like a wisp of a feather.