I am beside myself with excitement about Joe Wright’s new Anna Karenina adaptation, enough so that I have already read, multiple times, the notes about it on IMDB. What I learned there is nothing short of completely fucking tragic. James McAvoy, perfect creature, was who Wright had in mind to play Levin, the unshowy, dog-loving, outdoorsy, socially concerned, sometimes annoyingly moralizing but ultimately redeemed hero whose story runs parallel to Anna’s. Evidently, James turned the role down, which is just about the worst thing to happen in film since the Oscar was stolen from Ralph Fiennes in 1994 (and yes I am still and will always remain bitter about that). So, because I will be deprived of 130 minutes of him in character as one of my favorite literary heroes, I will have to stare at this picture of him in 19th century Russian clothes for a minimum of 130 minutes. And continue to bitch about him not taking the role for the next lifetime.