Before I go into what I love so much about the new version of the film, I should probably tell you a little about my history with the original.
As it is for most kids, watching the Orson Welles 1943 version of "Jane Eyre" was an annual Halloween delight. Wait, what? You mean to tell me you DIDN'T watch "Jane Eyre" on Halloween after you came home from trick or treating? What sort of sad, depraved childhood did you have? Anyway, when I was a kid, Sarah, our best friend Erin, and I would go trick or treating in Erin's neighborhood, then come back to Erin's house and settle down with our candy, popcorn and Diet Coke for Sarah and me, pretzels and Ginger Ale for Erin, and watch "Jane Eyre."
|Orson Welles and Joan Fontaine in the 1943 version of Jane Eyre|
|Peggy Ann Garner and Elizabeth Taylor as Jane Eyre and Helen Burns|
But then, in March, something wonderful happened: Cary Fukunaga decided to direct a remake. And then something even more wonderful happened: A casting genius chose Michael Fassbender to play Mr. Rochester.
|Well helloooooo, Mr. Rochester.|
|Mia Wasikowska as Jane Eyre|
Sigh. I suppose shouldn't hold my breath for John to pull off a line like, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."
Still, it's not all bad. Once I buy the DVD, I'll be able to watch Michael -- I mean Jane -- any time I please.