But the story is ridiculous, the dialogues idiotic, everything is about the most useless, and probably the most idiot, group of people in the world, the English upper class (and I mean English, not British: I have the highest respect for the Scots - I remember the feeling of good smell and clean air when I traveled from England to Scotland - and the Irish and the Welsh: the English one, when he is not a hooligan, is a snob). But this is something I knew: this kind of English things, starting from Jane Austen (I tried to read, but could never go further than page one) and Emily Bronte (ditto) to Virginia Wolf, they deal about void thinking of useless people.
OK, the film is 5 stars for the formal beauty, and 0 stars for the content. So, 2.5.
Nice job Gweneth, but everyone else's *real* accent makes yours sound like a mockery.
I'm convinced the only way to film Austen is to simplify and modernise the
Couldn't fault Paltrow's and Collette's English accents.