You know there’s something wrong with the culture when you find a movie on Netflix about Emily Brontë.

The notion horrified me.  But maybe…? I’m desperate for a good movie.

I did not watch the entire 2-minute trailer, but it resembled a Jane Austen film:  twirling, laughing, emaciated sisters, bonnets on and bonnets off, Emily alone with a man….  Good God! 

And you see, there’s this:  Emily would not have been a movie-goer.  She and her sisters were writers from childhood and would have written or directed their own movie if they’d wanted one.  Branwell preferred drink and opium to writing after a certain point, so he might have gone to the movies – on drugs!

If you don’t want to watch Emily, and I definitely don’t, you can see the latest adaptation of Sense and Sensibility. I watched only part of the trailer but noticed the following:  the actresses wear their hair loose, instead of up, and the film has a non-Austen sexualized atmosphere:  sisters confiding in bed, having pillow fights, and then strangely cuddling in bed, getting out of bed to take walks in a ravishing landscape and, in Marianne’s case, meet her beloved, and Elinor barely touching her boyfriend’s hands, an intensely sexualized moment .  It is mostly a bonnets-off movie! I’m all for sex and bonnets off but I want the book more.

“Will there never be an end of Austen and Bronte films?”  asked my soulmate.

“Never.”

I will wait to watch Sense and Sensibility on Netflix.