Warning: Mansfield Park spoilers ahead.

I hope they get it right.

Mansfield Park is a novel that has intrigued and infuriated me for years. When I first read it, I despised Fanny. When the Crawfords arrived on the scene roughly a quarter of the way through the novel, I thought, “Here is our heroine at last!” and I admired Austen for departing from convention. Mary was beautiful, worldly, witty, intelligent, and looking for love. In fact, she seemed to be the character (apart from her beauty) most like Jane Austen herself. When Henry started making love to Fanny, my suspicions were confirmed: the pairing would certainly be Henry/Fanny and Mary/Edmund.

When Henry fell from grace by running off with Maria, and Mary followed suit by making a crass remark about it to Edmund, I felt royally cheated. Surely Austen could not mean to pair milquetoast Fanny off with her milquetoast foster-brother? In the least romantic denouement in the Austen canon, that’s exactly what happens. Pthhhhhhbbbbbbbbbt.

I came back to Mansfield when I was a bit older, thinking I might have some more sympathy for Fanny as a heroine. Except…not so much. I still hated her and Edmund and their prissy morality. But I really came to admire the structure and wit of the novel. The scene at Rushworth’s house, with the young people playing wedding in the church, is masterful. (Best come-on to an engaged woman: “I do not like seeing Miss Bertram so near the altar.”) Lady Bertram with her pugs (and drugs?) is a terrific character. Somehow I had missed Mary’s extreme snarkiness the first time around (”Certainly, my home at my uncle’s brought me acquainted with a circle of admirals. Of Rears and Vices I saw enough. Now do not be suspecting me of a pun, I entreat.”)

One thing, however, eluded me. What made Austen elevate Fanny to heroine status — Fanny, who seemed more like one of the minor characters in her earlier novels, an uptight foil to the heroine like Jane Fairfax was to Emma or Charlotte Lucas to Elizabeth Bennett? And what made her condemn Mary (or, at least, not redeem her) when she resembled no one so much as Emma or even Elizabeth? Was there something going on in Austen’s life that made her more circumspect, more pious, less tolerant of carelessness and levity? Or was she just trying something different?

Since I first read Mansfield I’ve been looking for a film adaptation that would illuminate this for me, one that would make me care about Fanny, one that would supply what I’m missing in my heart when I read the novel. The 1983 version is dull and plodding, and has the production values of a film shot a decade earlier. Sylvestra Le Touzel looks like a deer in the headlights, and she still makes me want to kick Fanny. (Le Touzel was much more relaxed as Mrs. Allen in last week’s Northanger Abbey.) The 1999 Patricia Rozema version is widely panned. It is not that bad, but it’s not really Austen either. In it, Fanny is changed into a spitfire who spouts some of Anne Eliot’s best dialogue.

So I am nervously awaiting tonight’s adaptation. Billie Piper, the actor who plays Fanny, looks like she was cast in the “spitfire” mold. At least, the bleached-blonde-with-dark-roots ‘do she’s sporting looks kind of punk.