A confession

I like to think of myself as a level headed person who has the ability and powers of reasoning that allow me to see all sides of an issue, put myself in the other's shoes, etc. and then make a judgement.

I know this will come a shock to some of you, but there is one subject upon which I find it very difficult to be relatively free of bias.

Jane.

I know, I know, I can hear the gasps and cries of disbelief.

But really, people...

There is a production of Jane going on in Chicago right now and I saw two video clips from it of The Pledge.
This was basically my reaction...

***snore***

...and then...

NO Syndrome hit me when Rochester began to sing.

Yeesh.
*cleans out ears*
Sorry, ears. I shouldn't have subjected us to that.

First of all, people complained that Marla was too pretty, James was too handsome and that they looked too close in age.
This pair in Chicago?
Jane looks 10 years older than Rochester. She should be playing Madame Giry.
Rochester sings through his nose. He should be playing Enjolras.
They have as much appeal as a pair of limp dishcloths.
*sigh*

I cannot stand it when Rochester is portrayed as a whipped puppy.
Arg, bah, blast and bother!!!



Okay, I'll stop.
*sniff*