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More 2011 lists which feature Jane Eyre 2011:

The prospect of a yet another adaptation of Charlotte Brontë's famed and beloved novel isn't exactly the most exciting idea, but toss in "Sin Nombre" director Cary Fukunaga and give him Michael Fassbender and Mia Wasikowska to play the leads and suddenly, you've got our attention. And the movie more than rewarded the curious and Brontë fans alike. Imbued with gothic atmosphere, deeply sensual and borderline erotic, and powered by two fierce lead performers who gave it their all both on camera and off, "Jane Eyre" not only distinguished itself from its predecessors, it may have set a new benchmark. The biggest hurdle these kinds of movies generally face is the archaic language structure and delivery combined with outdated social mores that make it difficult for contemporary audiences to connect with it. But somehow, not only does the director and his actors embrace the formality of that time, they overcome it, finding the wrenching and roiling emotions simmering beneath the veneer and wildly different stations that society forces them to engage from. Words sting, looks burn and the distance within a single room can be measured for miles, and in Fukunaga's hands, Brontë has never been more beautiful or more tragic. (Kevin Jagernauth in IndieWire's The Playlist)

This passionate yet intelligent new reading of Charlotte Bronte’s timeless mid-19th-century tale of cruelty, ambition, love and betrayal seems fresher and more relevant today than any number of recent romantic films set in the 21st century. Mia Wasikowska (“Alice in Wonderland”) is superb in a revelatory performance as Jane, who thinks of herself as “plain” and dresses and wears her hair accordingly, but has a fierce intelligence and wit to go with her iron will. Michael Fassbender smolders appropriately as Rochester.  (Harper Barnes in St. Louis Beacon)

There was also his turn as Mr. Rochester in the top notch "Jane Eyre." (Alexis Hauk in South Coast Today)

If the pairing of charismatic Michael Fassbender and resolute Mia Wasikowska can’t get you to watch the most understated, spookily desolate (and also tense, fiery and erotic) adaptations in the long line of gothic Eyre adaptations, I don’t know what can. (Nathalie Atkinson in National Post)

I enjoyed this adaptation from "Sin Nombre" director Cary Fukunaga. Mia Wasikowska is always a delight, and Michael Fassbender brings on the sexual energy. (Manny the Movie Guy in KMIR6 Palm Springs)

And Gapers Block, NRC (Netherlands), Film-Dienst (Germany), Montages (Norway) and Vulture Hound Magazine.

The Irish Independent considers Wuthering Heights 2011 one of the worst films of the year:

Andrea Arnold's profanity-strewn Wuthering Heights was pretty offensive[.] (P. Whitington)

The Times interviews Kaya Scodelario:

Costume drama is a long way from Skins — which tends more to uncostumed drama — but Kaya Scodelario made a brave leap from teenage television into the dark when she took the part last year of Cathy in Wuthering Heights. This was no ordinary Brontë remake: it was directed by Andrea Arnold,  who has a reputation for concrete high-rise social realism after Red Road and Fish Tank, and Scodelario was thrown in at the muddy deep end in Yorkshire. “There were no rain machines,” she shudders. “It was all real.” The script was stripped of most dialogue; Scodelario was stripped of any make-up and told to say lines “in my head”. Plus she had to work with three untrained actors, including James Howson as the first black Heathcliff. Scodelario says: “I’ve never met anyone like Andrea before. There was no real audition – she just draws you in. There’s no clapperboard, no marks, but you just fall into her rhythm. In the end the silent takes were my favourite thing. You relax. It’s like meditation.” There were rave, rather surprised, reviews of her performance in Wuthering Heights. The film won best cinematography at the Venice Film Festival, where Scodelario walked the red carpet for the first time. (Kate Muir)

This article in the Daily Post about hyperemesis gravidarum is partly quite right (although the four months detail is not really known):

In 1855 English novelist and poet, Charlotte Brontë died four months into her first pregnancy aged just 38.
According to her earliest biographer, she was attacked by “sensations of perpetual nausea and ever-recurring faintness.” Although her death certificate gives a cause as phthisis (tuberculosis), many writers suggest she may have died from dehydration and malnourishment, caused by excessive vomiting from severe morning sickness or hyperemesis gravidarum (HG). (Kelly Williams)

And partly... not. No diary we are afraid, just mentions in letters:

The eldest Brontë sister penned her sufferings in a diary, in which she described her days and nights spent being sick with no reprieve at all. (Kelly Williams)

Hollywood.com reviews Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) :

There’s an element of honesty, of taking these embarassing girl truths at face value and just laughing at them, accepting the simultaneous mundane reality, urgent importance and complete absurdity of what it means to be the type of girl who doesn’t always say the right thing, or nab the mega babes, or do anything that can be deemed remotely cool (oh except getting a role and a writing job on a little sitcom called The Office, but who’s counting that, Kaling doesn’t understand one night stands and worries that she’ll be a Jane Eyre attic lady forever like the rest of us secret dorks).

The column by Jennifer Wells in The Toronto Star contains a Brontë reference:

My unearthed diary is of no help. Charlotte Brontë I wasn’t.

A grastonomical reference in The Seattle Times:

For the soup course I would pair Marché's Quenelles en Nage, delicate chicken dumplings in an intense chicken and celeriac potage, with Artusi's tripe, a brooding, long-simmered, marrow-rich stew. Catherine, meet Heathcliff. (Providence Cicero)

The Bette Midler-Lady Gaga mermaid-in-a-wheelchair controversy (we are serious, please) deserves a Brontë comment in The Sydney Morning Herald:

We eagerly await Gaga straddling a naval cannon - a la Cher - or balletically flinging herself around the misty British countryside in homage to Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights video.

Biobiochile (Chile) highlights the poster of Jane Eyre 2011:

La tipografía le entrega un encanto al cartel, que no entrega una visión clara sobre lo que veremos ¿será romance? ¿será drama o intriga? Sea como sea, es llamativo y te hace querer comprar la entrada al cine. (Nicole Villagra) (Translation)

Página 12 (Argentina) devotes an article to the photographer Francesca Woodman:

También se la ha puesto bajo la lupa en nombre del arte conceptual, de la relación entre literatura y performance, del posmodernismo, del simbolismo. Incluso están los que sugieren que FW pertenece a la tradición del “gótico americano”, sosteniendo la opinión en su amor incondicional por Jane Eyre, observando cierto aire espeluznante y espectral en sus piezas. (Guadalupe Treibel) (Translation) 

Delfio (Ukraine) interviews the dancer Tatyana Denisov:

Татьяна, Вы были судьей двух танцевальных проектов канала СТБ - "Танцуют все!" и "Танцы со звездами". Атмосфера какого из них Вам ближе?
Конечно, "Танцуют все!"! В проекте "Танцы со звездами" я бы гораздо органичнее чувствовала себя в роли ведущей! Ох уж эти звезды - не знаешь, что им сказать - то расплачутся, то разозлятся. Детский сад. (Translation)

Oh No They Didn't! lists several actors in costume dramas including Tom Hardy's Heathcliff and Michael Fassbender's Rochester; Emily Sparkles and Deutschland Radio Kultur (in German) review Wuthering Heights; Poesie des Alltags  (in German) and Huelva Información (in Spanish) review Jane Eyre 2011; Diario Córdoba (Spain) traces a profile of a judge and, apparently, a Brontëite.