Bewitched

So, contrary to the post below, I rather liked the movie.
First, may I just say I committed my very first act of social defiance and snuck into a sold-out movie. I paid for it with a nervous stomach, tho, clenching everytime a person in a movie-theater polo shirt would come by, until I was swept away by . . . I don't even know what.
Perhaps I was just in the mood, perhaps I just wanted desperately to hope, but right now I am a giddy little girl, sitting here, with bubbles of happiness welling up. When I first walked out of the movie theater, I could not stop hiccupping and gasping with happiness, as tho I was Lizzy Bennet, not some poor grad student, fat and alone. For those few moments, and even now, I was a girl whose every wish had come true, who was too happy to bear her own happiness.
I could give a review of the movie, and I probably will yet, I have lots to say about it. But right now, I think I'll just float away on my cloud of delight, and not worry about weary analysis. When Mr. Darcy says, "You have bewitched me, body and soul," there is really nothing left to say, only to feel my chest heave at the thought. That was not the best part, tho. The best part was at the very end, when the Darcys are now at Pemberley, and Mr. Darcy is teasing Lizzy, asking her what pet names he should call her. He finally asks her if he should call her "Mrs. Darcy" when he is cross, and she says, oh no, "Only when you are completely, incandescentely happy."
I couldnt' agree more. To be called "Mrs. _________" would be better than anything else, espescially as you husband whispers it to you, kissing you with each repetition, kissing you until you float away into another realm entirely.