I rented the most recent Masterpiece Theatre
Jane Eyre because I'd missed big chunks of it when it aired. I recently re-read the book, and I found that the miniseries was truer to the book than I had previously thought. I could also believe, based on these performances, that Jane could actually fall in love with such a jackass. What IS it with the Brontes and their jackass "heroes?" I liked her look, too. Delightfully average, with pretty skin.
Also,
Pan's Labyrinth. This is the kind of pleasantly dark movie that is normally my bread and butter, but it just didn't do much for me. The fantastical elements were gorgeously designed and filmed, but I found the "fairy tale" predictable and not terribly moving. My expectations were REALLY high, though, because of the praise I'd seen lavished upon it everywhere, so it could be that I just built myself up for it too much. I did rather enjoy the graphic, frank violence. No choreography to dress it up. No glorification. Very un-American, which is refreshing.
Last, but not least,
The Queen. I enjoyed it quite a lot, and I loved the scene where Her Majesty gets her jeep stuck in the river that she's fording (alone, no less) and diagnoses the front axle problem because she was a
mechanic in WWII.