So this weekend I saw Anna Karenina. Although I did enjoy it and it was beautiful, the fact that the majority of it takes place on a theater stage was disrupting and confusing at several points. Anna Karenina is one of the few novels that I can read year after year and never tire of it. I’m not going to compare the book the the movie because you just can’t, it’s impossible, especially with a book 900 pages long. But, if I had not read the book, I think that many of the plot points would have been entirely lost on me.
Conversely, I was really excited that they actually had so much of the Kitty/Levin story because I love his character so dearly. I don’t really remember any of the other film versions spending much (if any) time with that plot. Also, Keira Knightly is the shit. I think I’m in love with her. Honestly, this whole post should just be dedicated to her. She is so good at looking in love and then looking batshit crazy within seconds.
But, I’m here to talk about men. I was initially beyond thrilled when Jude Law was cast because I love love dangerously love that smarmy smirk of his. Thankfully, he is safely ensconced in my television. Unfortunately for ladies everywhere, they really made him look like good ol’ dutiful Karenin. So instead of this:
And that hairstyle is responsible for everything that happens for the entire rest of the movie.
So after finding out that Jude was to be the old, cold, and empty husband; I thought for sure there must be some kind of super hottie as Vronsky. Upon Googling I was left with two thoughts: “Who the hell is Aaron Taylor-Johnson?” and “What is that hair???”
Seriously, what is THAT! It looks like a nest for wild cats. I wasn’t excited at all. Not at all. But then, the movie started, and those blue eyes changed everything. Not bad, not too bad at all.
A haircut and a uniform can do wonders for a man. Also, he’s in Savages with that jerkface who stole Ryan and Tim Riggins. Riggins rarely wears a shirt. Actually, they both rarely wear shirts. Totally worth the rental fee.
Additionally, I spied a Weasley.
Yeah Levin, I love you!
And Oblonsky was adorable in that fantastically unapologetic and mischievous way. Fantastic ‘stache.
I’m off to curl up in my fur and diamonds with some snow.