“Captain Harville, though not equaling Captain Wentworth in manners, was a perfect gentleman, unaffected, warm, and obliging. Mrs Harville, a degree less polished than her husband, seemed, however, to have the same good feelings; and nothing could be more pleasant than their desire of considering the whole party as friends of their own, because the friends of Captain Wentworth, or more kindly hospitable than their entreaties for their all promising to dine with them. The dinner, already ordered at the inn, was at last, though unwillingly, accepted as a excuse; but they seemed almost hurt that Captain Wentworth should have brought any such party to Lyme, without considering it as a thing of course that they should dine with them.
“There was so much attachment to Captain Wentworth in all this, and such a bewitching charm in a degree of hospitality so uncommon, so unlike the usual style of give-and-take invitations…
“On quitting the Cobb, they all went in-doors with their new friends, and found rooms so small as none but those who invite from the heart could think capable of accommodating so many.” – Persuasion
I wish I knew the Harvilles. I find myself identifying with them because of having a small home, and I’m always happiest when it is packed with the people near and dear to me.
I’m not quite sure what to think of this movie. I’ve known the music accompanying the Ferrari scene forever because of the Caramello chocolate-caramel candy bar commercials (and a special video project during college) so it was fun to see the origin of the song. Oooooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh…. ch… ch-ch-ka! 
I believe I saw this movie on television back in the nineties and thought it was a fun action-adventure. If I recall correctly, my mom saw it and enjoyed it.
Jenni and I had a hard time enjoying this movie. I think we both had preconceptions of a humorous, heart-warming story and instead we got something cynical and unsatisfying. Throw in the fact that it was our Valentine’s Day movie, it was a classic example of having the wrong expectations going in and slid into a downward spiral the whole length of the movie. 
Lately, I’m more aware of how the music is what really makes a movie for me. For instance, Beverly Hills Cop 2 has that awesome “Axel F” song that my brothers and I played on our boom box when we were knee high to a grasshopper. Trav carried it on his shoulder while we followed him marching through the house like a street gang. My impression of that movie… a little obnoxious at times, hilarious fashions such as spandex clad women with poofy hair, and gunfights that remind me of the arcade game Time Crisis 3. Wish I could’ve watched it with my youngest brother, Rex. We enjoy doing Mystery Science Theater style commentary during films like this.