Jane Eyre and Orson Welles

Why do I love Jane Eyre so much? I've only read it all the way through once. I love Jane, but I am not really much like her, excepting that we are both intelligent. She is much more humble and quiet than I will ever be. I would love to have that subtle sort of sophistication, but what class I do have must be brash. I must aspire to be like Mark Twain. Hm. For all my oddities, there is no escaping the fact that I am really quite American.
I think I have become more casual about romantic love in my own life, and I wonder what it means in terms of my own identity. Have I given up on something, or have I simply recognized that life does not always align itself with narrative archetypes? Maybe this love I've has for Jane Eyre these past two years is a symptom of this. It presents me with a love story for the ages that belongs to a character who is very much set, if not in reality, at least with her feet on the ground. Jane Eyre brings together to dramatic and the romantic with the plain and sensible. Maybe that is why the story has endured so well, and why so many people are caught by it.

I have just finished watching Citizen Kane for the first time. In spite (and perhaps because) of being told repeatedly that it is supposed to be the greatest film ever made, I think I was expecting to be a bit bored by it. Not that I wanted to be. But it's definitely an experience I've had with certain film masterpieces (as I said earlier, I am insufficiently sophisticated. Insufficiently for what? I don't know. I do a mean impression of a baby dinosaur though.) Anyway, the point is, I thought Citizen Kane really was fantastic. The way it's shot is amazing. The lighting and composition whore in my heart kept swooning and making come hither motions to Orson Welles, who incidentally I have decided looks like Cameron White, only not as good looking. Stupid Cameron. (I think well of Cameron and am slightly confused by him. Sssssh!) It was wonderfully acted all over the place and well written. It really is a masterpiece. Who knew!
Everyone but me, apparently.
I don't know. A lot of people have also told me that they think it is highly over-rated. I do not feel qualified to say. Ask me again in a week. I liked it, though. It's a damned fine piece of cinema.
Dear Lord in Heaven, if you exist, please help me do reasonably well on my film quiz tomorrow and save me from losing credit in my film lecture in spite of being a lazy bum who doesn't do her homework or go to class. Please, please, please. For all my faults, I am well intentioned. Also, I want my parents to be proud of me, because I love them. Please, please, please.
Amen.