Well, here's another BBC classic from the 1970s. The stars were favourable indeed during that period, and gave us high quality drama that can hold its head up proudly more than three decades on.
I don't want a 'celebrity' cast for my classics, I want good quality - and the likes of Michael Jayston, Sorcha Cusack, and the delightful Megs Jenkins were and are among the very best in telly drama circles.
Who cares if the 'Jane Eyre' made in 1973 looks 'slightly old-fashioned' ? And anyway, what is meant by 'old-fashioned'? Is it that actors can speak properly ? Is it that the actors know how to wear their clothes properly, and how to move in them ? Is it that the script is allowed to use the dialogue in the original novel - and to let a scene develop for longer than thirty seconds ? If the answer is yes to any of these, then give me a 'slightly old-fashioned' effort any time. It serves the drama so much better.
I am also not really interested in the obsession with location filming that so often intrudes upon the telling of the story in favour of a bit of fast-cutting technology and a range of mountains. Yet again, it must be said that television drama (especially studio-based drama) is first and foremost electronic theatre, not poor man's cinema. And there is nothing at all wrong with that!
Why snipe at sets built in a studio ? They are what they are, well-built and well-lit - and none the worse for that. (The snipers would never take pot-shots at the feature-film equivalent, also constructed in a studio, probably because the mystique surrounding the film industry is so much greater; the craftsmanship in television is the same - it's only the lighting that's necessarily different to suit multi-camera shooting.) All right, the cups and saucers are the wrong period at one point, but ...
'Jane Eyre' is one of the delights still to be found in the BBC's catalogue. Sorcha Cusack as the plain mousy-quiet Jane is perfect casting - not pretty, but lovely in an enigmatic sort of way, and you can believe utterly that Mr Rochester finds her intriguing enough to fall in love with.
She for her part could not fail to be equally attracted to the moody, brooding, often tetchy Rochester, as played by Michael Jayston. He smoulders beautifully, and the two of them are a superb double-act. (Their bickering banter from the moment they meet is often very funny - not something one expects to find in a Bronte novel - and it is good that these scenes are allowed to develop and to speak for themselves. I wish someone had told me to find the laughs in the novel when I had to 'do it' at school.)
There is an excellent supporting cast of nice people and nasty people - as indeed you might expect - and there's plenty of doom and gloom (along with some spine-chilling shrieks and jabberings in the dark) to add the necessary dash of melodrama to this delightful love-story.
This is another must-have for vintage drama fans - or for anyone wanting a thoroughly enjoyable and often touching version of this Bronte classic. As with most of these superb older productions, it knocks spots off later attempts to enshrine Jane Eyre upon the small screen.