Regardless of the fact that Brontë's novel is obviously way too long to fit everything in a two hour movie, this is an exceptionally compressed version of the story. William Hurt is sadly miscast as Rochester, murmuring his way through the film. Charlotte Gainsbourg gives a decent performance but fails to deliver Jane's emotional nature. Blanche Ingram.. Well, I never thought I'd read "Elle MacPherson" and "period drama" in the same sentence. Skip this Zeffirelli's version and watch the 1983 BBC version (mini-series) — that one is incredibly true to the spirit of the novel, and Timothy Dalton is absolutely fantastic as the tormented male hero.
Let's turn this into a drinking game.
Drink every time:
– there's a famous Latvian actor wearing a ridiculous hairpiece
– Ivo Martinsons goes crazy
– Ivo Martinsons goes crazy with the big wooden zīle
– the dog appears
Drink 2x when:
– moustache of the wrong century fills the screen
– someone gets stabbed
Remember that girl who ordered a nice looking dress from eBay, but received some second-hand papier-mache looking garbage instead? This is how I felt, hoping for the noirish elegance and roughness of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and then witnessing this astonishingly poor product of a film.