Is a beautiful book.
Movies based on beautiful books always have me tearing my hair out in consternation and impotent indignation on the author’s behalf. They have me bitching and wailing, DVD breaking and director cussing. When they’re particularly bad, I stop being able to stand the book. It finds itself cast off the shelf, into the underbedbox, poor baby.
Their eyes were watching God didn’t do that. It made me cry almost as hard as the book did.
Kudos to whoever is responsible.
And now for some gushing: Micheal Ealy BANANGE.
This man is gorgeous!
What perfect maleness.
What well used earth space.
What an absolute overdose of sexiness.
This man walks into a room and drawers fade.