1934, Virginia Bruce and Colin Clive
This version is a hoot. Not only does it seem like an adaptation
created by someone who received an inaccurate 2-minute synopsis of Jane
Eyre, it also seems like an adaptation created by someone who received an
inaccurate 2-minute synopsis of how human beings interact normally with
each other. The characters bear virtually no resemblance to their literary
counterparts- Virginia Bruce's Jane is pointedly referred to several times as
"beautiful" and smirks and swaggers her way about to the point that you want to shake her and say "Who do you think you are- Blanche Ingram?"
Rochester is Adele's jovial, loving uncle in the process of divorcing his wife, who in her reveal scene calmly strolls into the room in a pretty dress and says "Edward, darling, are we to be married again?" Raging madness = mild confusion, apparently. Add to that the inexplicable and frequent use of Adele as slapstick comedy relief (HEY GUYS that young child just fell over the rail of the staircase into an umbrella stand! I wonder if she can breathe HAHAHA), and well, you're left with the worst ever adaptation of Jane Eyre.
About to sing a duet. |
Rochester is Adele's jovial, loving uncle in the process of divorcing his wife, who in her reveal scene calmly strolls into the room in a pretty dress and says "Edward, darling, are we to be married again?" Raging madness = mild confusion, apparently. Add to that the inexplicable and frequent use of Adele as slapstick comedy relief (HEY GUYS that young child just fell over the rail of the staircase into an umbrella stand! I wonder if she can breathe HAHAHA), and well, you're left with the worst ever adaptation of Jane Eyre.
1944, Joan Fontaine and Orson Welles: This is a truly excellent film and artistic achievement in and of itself and I recommend it highly, even though it is not the best adaptation I watched in terms of faithfulness to the book. It's classic Old Hollywood- super Gothic and melodramatic, with beautiful use of black and white and atmospheric lighting and tense violin music. Joan Fontaine is...ok? I don't know, she's sort of bland and simpering for Jane. Orson Welles is awesome. He chews the heck out of the scenery, and he's awesome. I feel somewhat hypocritical for writing so positively because I'm being accusatory of all the other adaptations for not being faithful to the book, and I don't know why I DON'T feel the same way about this version. Maybe it's because the alterations in the other versions result in something that is artistically disappointing, whereas in this one the alterations are done so well that they result in something that is different but still respectful of the original because it's good? *takes a deep breath* Maybe I'm overthinking this. It's a great movie. Watch it!
Join us, Jane! Welcome to the world of dated family-friendly comedy Westerns! |
1970, Susannah Yorke and George C. Scott: Meh.
This version feels badly miscast and rather as if it was going through the
motions. Probably because I will forever think of him as Ebeneezer Scrooge/the guy from The Changeling, George C. Scott is, in my opinion, not right
for Rochester -besides speaking with an on-again-off-again American
accent, his performance feels obnoxious, blustering and stilted rather than
tortured. Honestly, he'd be a better Brocklehurst. Susannah Yorke's 30-something Jane looks like she belongs on Here Come the Brides due to her elaborate 70's hairdo and, while doing a decent job,
she sheds no light into the character's complexity. The romance is absolutely lacking in chemistry and the story essentially just lurches from important plot point to important plot point. The dialogue in the end is particularly terrible and sappy and I yelled at the TV, but other than that this version is just a little worse than mildly displeasing.
1973, Sorcha Cusack and Michael Jayston: Proof to me that word-for-word accuracy to the text does not a
good adaptation make. The creators should have taken heed that films are an entirely different art form from
books and there things that work on the page that simply don’t on screen. I'm an adaptation purist generally but this version just takes it too far. To try to include as
many of Jane’s thoughts as possible, there is this terrible, overbearing voice-over
narration. Jane has to interject every few minutes (often
in the middle of conversations) to describe things that are either 1)
totally apparent already and have no need of explanation 2) unclear but
could easily be made apparent without a wordy explanation with better acting and an effective screenplay 3) specific little details that have a place in the narration of the book but come across as the weirdest of weird non sequiturs on screen. Overall, my reaction is this:
Also, Sorcha Cusack drove me crazy as Jane. She was constantly doing this coy/surprised, eyebrow-raised smile thing. It would've been okay if she had done it just once or twice but it was her response to EVERYTHING and it was so bizarre and distracting.
Also, Sorcha Cusack drove me crazy as Jane. She was constantly doing this coy/surprised, eyebrow-raised smile thing. It would've been okay if she had done it just once or twice but it was her response to EVERYTHING and it was so bizarre and distracting.
ALL the time. |
It kind of looks like Jane's neck is going to be snapped whenever they kiss. |
1996, Charlotte Gainsburg and William Hurt: I watched it a few years ago and was underwhelmed and intended to revisit because I couldn't remember anything other than that I disliked it but then I got distracted by this Wii game where you're an ocean explorer and you solve mysterious legends and heal whales to the soundtrack of Celtic Woman. SUMMER PRIORITIES. So here is the imaginary conversation I have with this adaptation (Jane Eyre is Jack Donaghy's teenage nemesis here, and I'm Jack Donaghy, dammit!):
1997, Samantha Morton and Ciaran Hinds: Did not watch. But word on the street is that Ciaran Hinds plays a Rochester in need of anger management therapy.
Ah, the staring into the mid-distance! |
Somebody get these two a golden retriever puppy to cheer them up. |
BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T LOOK CLOSELY IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S ALL HER HAIR WITH NO HAT!! |
2011, Mia Wasikowska and Michael Fassbender: This movie is beautiful –sweeping
music, lovely artistic design and cinematography. Every minute is a visual
delight. Mia Wasikowska is an excellent, dynamic Jane who manages to capture the nuances of the character despite the film's shortish running time. It's very enjoyable to get swept up into the lushness and elegance of this version. BUT in my opinion, it is crucially flawed in that it is sort of a Jane Eyre Lite that's too dark.
Allow me to elucidate: obviously it’s a serious story but there are also many moments of delightful warmth and humor that are totally absent here, and a lot of the excessive time spent on dramatic shots of Jane gasping and stumbling on the moors could have been better used in fleshing out the relationship between Jane and Rochester with more accuracy to the amazing dialogue Bronte wrote between the two (much of which is condensed, excised or inexplicably altered here, leaving Fassbender’s Rochester pretty bland.) The heart of the story is glossed over - to me, just as much as it’s a story about suffering and loneliness, it’s even more about the joy of life and the incredible beauty of the regard and affinity human beings are capable of developing for each other. I think this version focuses to much on the former and tells the story in such a way that we as viewers are expected to take the latter for granted. Basically.... Jane and Rochester spend too much time brooding and furtively watching each other wander the rugged terrain so then when the story's like "You're kindred spirits! NOW KISS!" you're like, "Um, sure, let's go with that?" So it is definitely flawed but it's quite nice in several ways as well and it's gorgeously filmed.
The End. The takeaway lesson is that I'm not a biased critic at all. Nope nope nope.
I can't believe I actually found a use for this. |
Allow me to elucidate: obviously it’s a serious story but there are also many moments of delightful warmth and humor that are totally absent here, and a lot of the excessive time spent on dramatic shots of Jane gasping and stumbling on the moors could have been better used in fleshing out the relationship between Jane and Rochester with more accuracy to the amazing dialogue Bronte wrote between the two (much of which is condensed, excised or inexplicably altered here, leaving Fassbender’s Rochester pretty bland.) The heart of the story is glossed over - to me, just as much as it’s a story about suffering and loneliness, it’s even more about the joy of life and the incredible beauty of the regard and affinity human beings are capable of developing for each other. I think this version focuses to much on the former and tells the story in such a way that we as viewers are expected to take the latter for granted. Basically.... Jane and Rochester spend too much time brooding and furtively watching each other wander the rugged terrain so then when the story's like "You're kindred spirits! NOW KISS!" you're like, "Um, sure, let's go with that?" So it is definitely flawed but it's quite nice in several ways as well and it's gorgeously filmed.
The End. The takeaway lesson is that I'm not a biased critic at all. Nope nope nope.
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