In case you haven’t heard, last Friday marked the opening of “A Quiet Passion,” an Emily Dickinson biopic written and directed by Terence Davies and starring Cynthia Nixon. I encourage you to go see it! And then tell me about it.
Already, the movie has spawned Dickinson parody poetry in The New Yorker, and been hailed as the worst-named period movie ever, I’m guessing (“Honey, let’s go see ‘A Quiet Passion.’ ” “I’m sorry, dear, I have to pull out my toenails and replace them with actual nails.”). (Actually, the reviews are quite good.)
I do have one request: If anyone ever makes a movie about Emily Dickinson’s Trashcan, please call it “A Crinkled Paper.” I think it would do very well.