Normally, I would be all excited about a new film touching on Jane Austen’s life. She’s one of the greatest writers who ever lived. If you haven’t read her and you think you know anything about her books, you’re mistaken. Read her. That’s all I can say.
But Becoming Jane is a movie starring Brooklyn-born Anne Hathaway.
Yes — another movie that suggests we can’t quite believe Britons playing Britons (Zellweger-itis), as well as one that also suggests we can’t imagine a writer writing anything but what they have lived, and of course, that no woman can actually do anything without a man to point the way, to give her the incentive and to provide a reason for living.
But don’t take my word for it; head on over to the AustenBlog for an earful.
[Thanks to BlogHer for leading me to it.]