We begin on a silent black screen. Then, an invocation of the author whose words will be put to screen in the coming two hours. “Emma Woodhouse,” prays the blackness, “handsome, clever, and rich…” It is as if this screen, well-aware of the task ahead, is working from the outset to win favor with the spirits that safeguard the narrative it is attempting to retell. In a way, the stage has been set. Emma. Continue reading “Review: ‘Emma.’ Is as Well-Mannered as They Come”
