>>5815399>An Ideal HusbandI already did a 19th century setting but recently I watched the glorious Harvey Weinstein Miramax era 1999 adaptation of An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde, I am honestly not homosexual but I just am irresistibly fascinated by corsets and ravishing frocks and things. It features Galadriel also Jeff Goldblum's girlfriend from Jurassic Park 2 pretending to be British I guess she also got shot in Children Of Men this is just what England does to you.
Anyway this film, which takes some liberties with the theatrical text but is still very watchable, has beautifully opulent and lavish settings and costumes, there are too many good memes to capture. I wish I had seen this and read the text before doing my 19th century setting, the plot which essentially concerns a scheme of blackmail uncovering the past of a purportedly honourable member of the Houses of Parliament who had actually attained his position through insider dealing in government secrets, I could see this being adapted for a lot of 19th century rpg settings or even into a contemporary scenario etc. Interestingly and perhaps knowingly, Oscar Wilde's happy and entirely nontragical ending to this play is only achieved through a contortion of hypocritical Victorian era virtue (is Wilde's moral message here saying... the only way to achieve and advance in society is by perpetrating swindle and fraud? Essentially... the happy husband gets away with it?)
This melodramatic scene is slightly different in the film to the original play. Imagine Galadriel and Jurassic Park 2 woman speaking these lines:
MRS. CHEVELEY [With a bitter laugh.]
In this world like meets with like. It is because your husband is himself fraudulent and dishonest that we pair so well together. Between you and him there are chasms. He and I are closer than friends. We are enemies linked together. The same sin binds us.
LADY CHILTERN.
How dare you class my husband with yourself? How dare you threaten him or me? Leave my house. You are unfit to enter it.
[SIR ROBERT CHILTERN enters from behind. He hears his wife’s last words, and sees to whom they are addressed. He grows deadly pale.]
MRS. CHEVELEY.
Your house! A house bought with the price of dishonour. A house, everything in which has been paid for by fraud.
[Turns round and sees SIR ROBERT CHILTERN.]
Ask him what the origin of his fortune is! Get him to tell you how he sold to a stockbroker a Cabinet secret. Learn from him to what you owe your position.
LADY CHILTERN.
It is not true! Robert! It is not true!
MRS. CHEVELEY.
[Pointing at him with outstretched finger.]
Look at him! Can he deny it? Does he dare to?
