Overdramatic?

I went to a girls only movie night last evening. The film was the BBC's Jayne Eyre.
It changed my life.
Not in a super meaningful principle altering kind of a way. Just in that if I don't have the privilege of watching the film from time to time throughout the remainder of my life, I'll be dissapointed.
I'm particularly keen on this scene. I've watched it something like seven times today.

Mr. Rochester...(sigh)