I think you all know how much I love a good, romantic, Period piece for a movie (seriously, when is someone going to buy me Pride and Prejudice already? I need more Colin Firth in my life…). I love the Netflix knows how much I love them, too, and gives me suggestions to watch. I have a few movies (actually, most are BBC mini-series) in my instant queue I’m pretty excited to see. The last few days I have been watching “Wives and Daughters”, and while I honestly didn’t find the entire that thing as wonderful as P&P, it was still kind of enjoyable. I liked seeing Michael Gambon as someone other than Dumbledore.
I was watching the fourth and last part last night. Now, as a disclaimer… I have been extremely stressed as of late. I am not sleeping well, so rather than go to bed to toss and turn for hours on end, I stay up to watch movies or read books until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and then I can go right to sleep (I should really buy some new Melatonin, I know). Because of lack of sleep, extreme stress and anxiety over everything going on in my life, and just plain old being the kind of girl I am, I was very emotional as I watched the movie last night.
If you have not seen the movie and don’t want any spoilers, don’t read any further. For everyone else…
So Osbourne dies. We all knew it was coming. But I cried anyway. I cried for Osbourne. I cried for his secret French wife. I cried for his little child. I cried for The Squire (his father, played by Michael Gambon). The Squire carries Osbourne’s body back to the house and up to his old room. And then, when Molly (the central character) arrives, The Squire really starts to mourn. He cries and moans and sobs. And my tears are falling freely down my cheeks. I was so sad! I’m getting almost teary-eyed thinking about it now. I didn’t want sad, but there you go. I got it anyway. Things started to look up and I dried my cheeks from my tears.
And now, for the kicker…
At the end of the movie, Roger finally realizes he is in love with Molly. He is about to go off on another safari in Africa and wants to declare his love to Molly, but because he has been exposed to scarlet fever and Molly has not, her father (a doctor) won’t let Roger come see Molly. So Roger comes to Molly’s house and stands across the street, in the rain, and waits for her to look out the window so he can wave goodbye to her. Ahhh! So sweet! She waves and he waves, and then he’s off to meet his carriage. Molly decides she can’t leave it at a wave, so she takes off running from her home, in the pouring rain, to meet the carriage before it leaves. Alas, she is too late. She stands there, in the middle of the street, watching the carriage drive off, and looking so forlorn in the rain without a coat or a bonnet or anything. And then we hear a voice… “I couldn’t go.”
It’s Roger! He stayed behind!! Now both of them are standing in the rain and Roger declares his love and proposes and Molly of course says yes! And they are standing several feet apart and just staring at each other and smiling! They can’t come any closer, you see, because of the risk of scarlet fever. So they just stand there, staring and smiling and radiating love… 
I was crying all over again. It was so beautiful! He couldn’t go. He just couldn’t go without seeing if he had a chance with Molly. And I was eating it up. I just love me some good movie romance. And now I’m off to find more romance and see what else I can cry over.
