C. Michelle Kerr

This is by far the most asinine depiction of Emily Dickinson with sudden and ongoing Hip/hop or pop noise (music is a term I’d use loosely here) interrupting the ambience of the story (although there isn’t much of one) along with crude gestures and slang terms we use today making the whole mess just absurd.. it’s honestly maddening at best to try to get through. Oh and of course Emily is a gay or Bisexual.. this must be for the younger generations, I dunno.. just don’t see anything good here.