I will try to tell a little about Cary Fukunaga to make it easier for you to look forward to what can give such a person's own adaptation of Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre". This business (I mean, adaptation) is almost a thankless and very risky. One can successfully compare this risk with a similar of walking on the warm air of mysterious pipes or lying in the spring garden at the branches of a cherry tree. If you have any doubts about my comparisons, I'll try to explain its point. Can you imagine a thousand pairs of hair-splitting fan-readers' eyes of all Bronte sisters' novels in general and specifically fans of the Charlotte's novel "Jane Eyre" in particular?

And if you'll try to add this to the skeptical and grumbling-putting lips fans-watchers of all previous adaptations, which so like to sharing thoughts like: "He's too handsome for Rochester..." "He has too little of a rough passion..." "Well, he's good enough, but this one doesn't rich the level..." "She's not too heavenly for this part..." "Yes, this is very Jane..." You don't believe me? But I read all of this with my own eyes in six languages...

And all of these questionnaires differed from each other only with these six languages. This is very subjective and illogical. So subjective and so illogical as effective can be a fight between fans of two football teams trying to cast a spell over the advantages and disadvantages of each of goalkeepers with beer bottles in paper bags and heavy garbage cans standing along the fence of nearest to the stadium public garden.

But let we leave alone the fans of "whatever-would-it-be". They'll beat us anyway, doesn't matter what we'll discuss here. So, go down to the Lambs.

Thus, Cary

He was born in Oakland, State of California. From childhood with his parents dangled from country to country, changing France to Japan, Japan to Mexico. But it doesn't really matter as much as it should, however and the fact that he leaves in New York now – a place not quite suitable for the person who make up his mind to film a cult British novel.

But the roots... the roots, men, have meaning. Especially when fifty percent of them are Oriental-Japanese, and the second fifty are European in general and Sweden in particular. The merging (yes, not mixing or blending, but merging indeed) of nations it's always a cool thing. Some kind of crossbreeding may yield quite interesting results. View at things of an European, whose father was pureblooded Japanese, is very different from 'worldviewing' of a hundred-per-cent European. And if you see the Great Britain with deep thoughtful eyes of Japan, you can watch all of her from within in a new light .

What will it be, Albion through Cary's eyes? Lush? Greener? Maybe just 'another'?

A "mustard-seed" in a landscape.
A tree and space is behind her. And the earth under her feet.
But quite a different tree. Entirely different space. And quite a different land. Something bright is beneath her feet. Stones? Sakura petals? Is this a time of admiration? Is this a time of love?

A tree with bare branches. Such a tree can be found and where the one that gives life to everything rises. A time of love is gone? Coming yet? "Where are you, my love? I'm coming!"

Thus, Cary

On the set he was in one place and in all the rest. His part is where the operator is. Along with him he catches a moment which is not visible to naked eye. And only the camera and made screencaps can restore what was happening in that very day and hour. Fixing a miracle with lens. You can't catch it immediately. You will 'sense' the taste and feel the heavy of the underbelly when Edward and Jane will be watching to each other. You will be looking forward to and will be completing all the moments of their love, those what won't be shown to you. But you will feel the touch of hands or lips that want to reach, finally, one another.

Frankly, I'm a fan of Rochester-Dalton.
Dalton who once and for all was killed by James Bond. And 'what was after' did't matter that much.
Dalton, passionate and strong like a caged animal, capable of love, which destroys the worlds and creating new universes.

(Wow, that was me who said this? About passion? It seems it looks more like Elena's style. Forgive me, friend! I've already shut up.)

Thus, there was such a small story, which will never happen:
"Wuthering Heights". Heathcliff – Michael Fassbender. No comments.
"Something we could never have" like Trent Reznor sings.

And now our last hope – Cary Fukunaga. He is not mistaken. And like Francois Ozon Fukunaga began to make a movie with cast that he has chosen once and for all even if the money on filming process would have been cut. Fortunately, and such directors remained. And fortunately remained those who just give money without warning that "Emm... You shouldn't cast this man."

We're lucky because this film will be for centuries to come.
And we'll be arguing. Of course!
And we'll be grumbling. Well, by all means!
And he will not be "the one"! Too beautiful!
And she will not be "the one"! Even if she's Tim Burton's Alice.
But we are waiting still. Waiting for the little green men. Somewhere. In a sublunary world, created by director who sees both sunset and sunrise.
We'll be lucky and we'll see their dances.