Lost in Austen

Last night I succumbed to watching Lost in Austen on the ABC. All I can say is that it was exceedingly pernicious. The plot is that a London banker is so obsessed with the story of Mr Darcy and Lizzie that she changes places with Lizzie, walks through a door back in time and gets to try and negotiate life then as a visiting friend of Lizzie’s. All those guys out there who hate Mr Darcy (because you think women everywhere are looking for him, which, it has to be said, is a slightly more elevating pursuit than looking for Elle McPherson), will be pleased to know that is was just plain difficult. Anyway, despite the fact that the whole thing was unblushing sacrilege, with elements that would make Jane Austen turn in her grave, it was quite entertaining. It remains to be seen next week how she fixes up the mess she’s made so far.

And thanks to Bernard who sent me the link to the show here. If you are anything like me and don’t watch enough TV to know what is actually on TV, and occasionally, very occasionally, miss something that might have been worth watching, now you can stay posted on yet another blog at TV tonight (but maybe everyone already knew that, because I am so retrograde at all things TV).