I mean, Darcy's all right. In the end, he owns up to being a douchebag, changes his attitude, and proves himself noble, which is all cool. But when he's being all cool and noble and all it's totally behind the scenes and we don't really see his transformation, just the end results that kind of pop up out of nowhere.
So, yes, I like Darcy all right, though I've never loved him. Which is why when I heard from Krispy and her Sister that in the UK somebody made a 12-foot-tall statue of Mr. Darcy and plunged it into a lake to recreate the scene of Colin Firth rising from the lake in the BBC miniseries--a scene which isn't even in the book, might I add--I was bemused.
Then they showed me pictures and I.
Was.
Horrified.
Brace yourself. It's not pretty. Far from it. Especially if you like Colin Firth and Mr. Darcy and think Colin Firth arising from a lake with his dark hair tousled and his dripping clothes clinging to the hard outlines of his muscular body is attractive.
In fact, you know what, I don't even know if I can bear to post a picture of it here. Just look at the picture in this Guardian article.
Mind you, I'm not horrified because I love Mr. Darcy. I'm horrified because it's a 12-foot-tall fiberglass statue that looks vaguely like Colin Firth and a great deal more like when it's after midnight and a faint scuttling sound wakes me up from a delightful dream about baby unicorns riding galactic creampuffs and I lie awake in bed paralyzed by fear for the next six hours with my eyes glued to the curtains because all I can think of is that statue lurking outside my window and oh god I swear I see the faintest silhouette of it in the moonlight and it's moving.
Ahem.
Anyway, Krispy's Sister also found this statue to be highly disturbing and she wrote a very appropriate Buzzfeed article about it entitled "Mr. Darcy Emerges from a Lake and Into My Nightmares", a title she came up with all on her own and takes the words right out of my mouth or rather away from my fingertips. The article mentions the fact that the gigantic statue is in fact going on a tour of the UK, and raises the question: If he's going on tour now, where was he popping up before?
This is where she asked me for my meager Photoshop skillz. I obliged, only because I know that I must face my fears in order to conquer them. Which in this case meant staring at pictures of the terrifying Mr. Darcy for more than an hour as I documented the statue's journey prior to his unveiling on July 8.
And now, since I had to face my fears, KRISPY AND SISTER, FACE YOURS:
| Family portrait for Independence Day. |
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| Is Darcy a photobooth prop, a photobomber, or a 12-foot-tall specter of unmitigated evil? Answer: All of the above. |
Did you read Pride & Prejudice? Did you crush on Mr. Darcy?

