Half-undone Blouses and Wigs Out

The Sydney Morning Herald reviews the performances of The Moors in Australia:

Jen Silverman's The Moors is a scintillating engagement with the Brontë sisters that flits between gothic spoof, fen-sucked fabulism and queer bodice-ripper. As homage, it mashes in a little bit of everything, from the brooding cruelties and untamed passions of Wuthering Heights to the governess, awakened to her own agency, from Jane Eyre.
The one thing Silverman sidelines is men: the Brontës' debauched brother, Branwell, remains imprisoned in the attic like the mad Mrs Rochester, and the only other male presence in the play has been transmogrified into a rather large dog.
That leaves the "wild workshop" of rural Yorkshire, as Charlotte Brontë put it, for women to wuther in, and half-loosed from the patriarchal moorings of the mid-19th century, the play gets seriously frivolous. (...)
You won't have to be a Brontë fan to appreciate this kinky, brilliant homage. (Cameron Woodhead)

CelebsNow has a list of the 'hottest period drama hunks' and we have two Brontës:

Michael Fassbender in Jane Eyre. There’s just something about a half-undone blouse on a man in a period drama that makes us go all aquiver. Michael Fassbender pulled of his flimsy shirt with aplomb when he played Mr Rochester in the 2011 film version of Charlotte Brontë’s classic novel.
He might have been hiding his mad wife in the attic, but he wasn’t hiding his good looks from us – mutton chops and all, which we can just about stomach. Well, it is Fassy.

Tom Hardy in Wuthering Height
OK, OK, it’s hard to see past that dodgy wig, but Tom was all that when he starred as Heathcliff in ITV’s 2009 adaptation of the classic Emily Brontë gothic novel. Dark and brooding Heathcliff loves Cathy (Charlotte Riley) so much that he actually digs up her grave when she’s dead, which is, er, totally romantic.
Looks like now-wife Charlotte fell for Tom on set, which is where the pair met. They went on to marry and now have a son together. Let’s hope he’s chucked the wig out, though. (Stephanie Wood)

UK seaside places in The Guardian. Including Scarborough:

Scarborough can rightfully claim to be Britain’s first seaside resort. It was only after a local quack, Dr Wittie, began to prescribe the town’s spa and sea water as a cure for gout in the late 17th century that the affluent unwell started to wash up on our coasts.
The town combines the historic, scenic, majestic and elegant with the fun, gaudy and outright kiss-me-quick kitsch. The skyline of its South Bay is dominated by the Grand Hotel, once the largest hotel in Europe and built in the 1860s on the site of the guesthouse where Anne Brontë expired (her grave is in St Mary’s churchyard). (Jane Dunford)

Gaming Respawn talks about the films of Andrea Arnold:

Eyebrows were raised, therefore, when she took on Wuthering Heights in 2011. How would such a verité style suit a period drama? What Arnold produced was unlike any period drama that had gone before, stripping the story down to a tale of love and prejudice on the North Yorkshire Moors and filming the whole thing in an expressionist style that conveyed the chaotic emotional states of the protagonists. It was a bruising, physical piece of cinema, a whirling kaleidoscope of darkness and light where the setting almost became a character, a raw force of nature that both reflected and shaped the love story between Cathy and Heathcliff. (Alec Hawley)

The change of the name of a local pub seems to be a problem according to The Huddersfield Daily Examiner:

Barbara Green from the Yorkshire Robin Hood Society says renaming the Three Nuns pub at Cooper Bridge the Miller and Carter Steak House is a sad loss to local history. (...)
Barbara was horrified when the nearby Three Nuns pub changed its name to Miller and Carter Steak House, breaking with the area’s past.
And she feels the loss strongly, adding why would they want to “suppress local connections with the most famous outlaw super hero in the world?”
She added: “You may as well get rid of the Brontës of Haworth, ignore William Shakespeare of Stratford, Stonehenge and many more important historical sites.” (Andrew Hirst)

A curious eulogy of Nora Ephron in The Stuff:

I think about other talismanic women writers and none of them make my scalp prickle. The Brontës were so dreary; Jane Austen so buttoned up. Virginia Woolf was humourless, Iris Murdoch impenetrable. Katherine Mansfield, bless her, was all consumption. (Leah McFall)

La Capital (Argentina) interviews author Rodrigo Fresán, author of La Parte Soñada:

Y en ese universo poblado de referencias reales y ficticias los juegos de espejos son aquí una constante, a no desesperar hay dos en las cuales se detiene esta vez con obsesión: Nabokov y las hermanas Brontë. De ahí que la frase de Smith le provoque, además, una sonrisa. "Es que leer es elegir. Yo también lo hago cuando leo a otros", afirma. (Ivana Romero) (Translation)

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