I love charles bingley so much like he literally never lets anything get to him. His emo ass best friend is like “everything sucks. I hate life” and bingleys like “im sorry u feel that way, here’s a collection of dog pictures i think u might like!” His bitch ass sister is like “everyone is ugly and terrible” and he’s like “but here’s a bunch of things i like about them!! They have nice hats!!” His wife’s wild ass family is absolutely bonkers and he’s still like “our door’s always open!! Oh its been 6 months and yall’re still here….ok!! The more the merrier!!” Like he’s really just out here loving life and dragging his depressed punk bitch pals along for the ride
I agree with all of this, but also, Bingley announcing he only listens to Darcy “because he’s tall” (in front of Lizzy and Miss Bingley, no less) was an absolute scorching takedown, all hail one cravat-wearing himbo king.
I have long said that in order for any comedy to truly succeed as a story, there has to be meat beneath the jokes. There has to be that moment when it is not funny any more.
