I FINALLY got to see the newest adaptation of "Jane Eyre" over the weekend. Can I just take a minute to rant about the current state of our video-watching options? Our Blockbusters have closed, so my options are: Netflix Instant (I cancelled the mailing service during the crazy days), iTunes, Hulu, OnDemand or Redbox. I kept waiting for "Jane Eyre" to pop up on Netflix and it just didn't happen, so I finally broke down and ordered it on OnDemand. #firstworldproblems, #whitewhine. I know, I know.
Anyways, it was a pretty gorgeous, moody, delicate adaptation with a lovely muted palette. Mia Wasikowska just disappears into the role and I think, for my money, that there may never be a sexier Rochester than Michael Fassbender. Hot damn, that man knows a thing or two about close-talking.
Get the Look
Mint and gold brocade wallpaper can dress up walls, and is there any better lighting for short winter days than a pewter candelabra? If the days are nice, we can always pack up our writer's chests and step outside to sketch. Sigh. I was born in the wrong time.