A friend coined a phrase to describe anything that is a cut above mediocrity but falls well short of excellence: “very OK.” And that’s what I would call the latest version of Jane Eyre.
Did we need another version? The stormy black-and-white chiaroscuro of the 1943 Joan Fontaine–Orson Welles...
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