While I was playing “Taboo” for the first time today, the word “pram” came up. Few of us knew what it was, and I had to stop myself from blurting out, “It’s short for perambulator.” It was then I realized that perhaps I had been watching too many period movies lately. Specifically, Victorian-era period movies.
I suppose it’s all that hot passion running underneath the buttoned-up shirts and corsets. Plus, I like the way people spoke back then. Of course, social structures were much more rigid at that time, sometimes making dating — or even just friendships — a bitch to manage. Although if you come to think about it, it’s not much different from the way things are these days, which is why we can still relate to, say, Jane Austen.
BBC, of course, seems to be happy to oblige my fetish. Which is good because these days I’m too lazy to pick up a Dickens book. I know, I know, books and films are different animals, but when the latter is well-made, you can’t blame me. I wonder if they’re doing any more Elizabeth Gaskell adaptations because the recent “Cranford” series rocked. And don’t even get me started on “North and South”.