I love Jane Eyre in the 2011 edition. The protagonist's deliberately restrained performance makes her not beautiful but has an attractive temperament, with a slender waist, fearful and stubborn eyes, and a straight body at all times, as described in the novel. Rochester in the novel is perverse and irritable, high above, and Rochester in the film is more young, handsome and gentle, and becomes easy to accept.
The two-hour slow film was a little boring, but when Jane Eyre insisted on leaving Thornfield Manor, she was still moved. Most people are moved by the outside world because they think of themselves. An inferior and proud girl, her rich and sensitive heart is eager to be perceived. Even when she knew Rochester loved her so much, she left, saying I had to respect myself.
I know how contradictory she has always been waiting for her feelings. The tragic experience since childhood made her must be strong and independent, and she was barren and weak in the display. She was shrouded in inferiority complex for fear that Rochester would underestimate her heavy love. I have often thought that her eventual return to Rochester had something to do with the regrets she inherited from relatives and became rich. And the feminism shown in the novel is probably that, no matter when a woman is at any time, having knowledge and connotation is always the last bottom line to redeem herself. Money, status, love, and even everything a man can give, must be based on self-respect and emotional equality.
These are things that I didn't think of that much when I read them a few years ago. Famous novels and the like, due to the different age, religion, environment and the age at the time of reading, are always unable to be instantly fascinating. The famous novels I read when I was young were left behind because of confusion, and now I can really feel those shocking fragments when I pick them up. Maybe children are not suitable for reading famous novels. If they have not experienced the sweetness and torture of love, how can they be moved by other people's stories.
It suddenly occurred to me that in our student days, we practiced reading a lot of articles, to speculate on emotions and moods that even the original author did not think of, is it for us to be closer to our collaborators when we are reading by ourselves.
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