Confession time... my heart's just not in it right now. It might have something to do with the fact that we have a little virus working its way through our house. Nothing terrible, just annoying. My anxiety level has been at an increased level and I'm not sure why. Do I have stress in my life? Who doesn't? But this came from out of the blue and hit hard.
About the only thing I have to offer right now is that due to a glitch in my Blockbuster online Q management (and not my fascination, promise!), I can say with absolute certainty that Zelah Clarke is my favorite Jane Eyre. My apologies to Samantha Morton and Charlotte Gainsbourg but they just can't compare! While Gainsbourg came closest to rivaling Clarke, William Hurt lived up to his name in the role of Mr. Rochester (painful!). And as much as I loved Ciaran Hinds in Persuasion where he makes a perfect Captain Wentworth and matches Amanda Root glance for glance and restrained emotion for emotion, his Rochester was more crazed than tortured. So there you go.
Maybe I should try a few other versions before declaring Clarke & Dalton my favorites. Orson Welles deserves a glance just on reputation alone and this Masterpiece Theater version intrigues me too.