"Getting Back to What Really Makes the Romantic Masterpiece Live and Breathe"

I have made it a habit of mine to go see movies in the theatres by myself.  In fact, one of my most embarrassing moments to date happened while rushing to see a movie by myself.  Being one of Kiera Knightly's biggest fans I am more than willing to spend the ridiculous amount of money necessary on a cinema ticket to see her on the big screen even without a friend to accompany me in the endeavor.  So a few years ago when her move "The Duchess" came out I of course had to see it.  Kiera in yet another period piece is a given!  Running late, literally running, I headed up the escalator to the third floor of Regal with speed and anticipation.  Unfortunately, in the thralls of my Kiera fandom I wasn't paying attention to my footing and proceeded to fall up, yes up, the escalator as I attempted to make it to my movie on time.  The plummet of my body weight into the moving stairs produced a loud bang as my hands caught my fall.  I was too mortified to even glance back at the onlookers sitting at the table on the level below me.  I mustered the remains of my dignity and headed quietly to my seat to put yet another one of my life's moments down in history as "most embarrassing."  So as I bid Jordan adieu last Monday night on my way to see Cary Fukunaga's rendition of Jane Eyre, he wished me luck and sent me on God's speed with warning against lurking escalators.  I assured him all was well since Jane Eyre is currently playing at one of Seattle's Land Mark Theatres, The Egyptian, and the only things to worry me were overpriced candy and an empty theatre.  I was safe from the later; there were several people at the late night showing, six of which showed up solo, including myself.  Not that I was counting.  I did however succumb to the overly priced Raisinets which, to my horror, I ended up spilling everywhere after only eating a pinchful.  I was fuming in my red chair staring at the chocolate covered raisins scattered across the floor.  I figured I had two options.  One, I could sit there seething over money wasted and with taste buds deprived of candy, or two, I could give in and spend another fistful of cash and be content with sweet delicacies filling my mouth with happiness (that's what she said).  Needless to say the box was finished before the movie even started.  And to get to the point, Jane Eyre was phenomenal.

This new movie has made me reconsider my sworn oath to loath Charlotte Bronte's novel for eternity and actually reread the beast.  Though Jane Eyre may be "poor, obscure, plain, and little," Mia Wasikowska's performance is anything but. Michael Fassbender is remarkably sexy, and as the mysterious character of Mr. Rochester he is perfection.  Jane Eyre is another beautifully mastered Focus Feature film capturing what I now realize to be one of literatures greatest love stories.