The movie chronicles the Brontë sisters' battle to overcome obstacles and publish their novels, which is that they did it all in the teeth of their alcoholic brother Branwell’s brutal decline and death and would become some of the greatest in the English language.
Except for a jarring (and a bit cheesy) coda, To Walk Invisible immerses us in the Brontës' world, from the wide moors and lowering gray skies to the interiors shot in a claustrophobic replica of their house.
This one-off Masterpiece is well-stocked with tea and melodrama, as it tells the story of one of literary history's most important times and places: the Bronte household from 1845 to 1848.
The film is graced by lovely performances from the main cast in particular. The work by the actresses in the lead roles is so good, you can easily forget that they don't look at all as though they could be related.
Wainwright expertly explores the idea that while the expectations for Branwell just about crushed him, the fact that nothing was expected of his sisters goaded them into acts of creation that burn with a fire that readers can still sense today.
