![]() ![]() There’s a swath of BBC Dickens adaptations that I haven’t yet seen, even though a number of them are wonderfully cast, the most famous of them probably being Bleak House. By the time I reached the spate of Bleak House jokes I thought, “I am being flagrantly pandered to, AND I LOVE IT.” I’m annoyed by Apple TV+, but I’m mostly likely going to keep my subscription because it’s impossible that I won’t binge on this show several more times in the coming months.ĭespite loving 19th century novels and poetry, I’m rather selective about the adaptations and period pieces I watch. ![]() When the Mitski music cue hit, I swooned. In fact, the only way it could have been more tailored to my predilections is if it had been focused on the Brontë sisters instead. As such, Alena Smith’s “Dickinson,” the slightly absurdist, stylish, and emotional-sucker-punch-replete show about American poet Emily Dickinson is profoundly my shit. If you were to create a Venn Diagram with the overlapping circles “19th century period pieces,” “queer femininity,” and “homages to Jane Campion and Sofia Coppola” “Rachel’s interests” would be directly at the center of it. ![]()
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