Playing it safe with established Hollywood conventions. If you're looking for a faithful adaptation or any historical accuracy, forget it; this is truly an American film. What a dreadful adaptation of a fine novel. I suppose each culture must make something foreign its own. Thus, all subtlety is excoriated and all the exquisite undertones and delicate ironies are broadcast by semaphore and megaphone via contrived incident and declamatory speech, aimed at the least perceptive member of the audience - "Watch out for that dry British irony fellas; it sure is great but somebody might not get it". Thus, the implacable realities, boundaries and rules of a class society, and the very real costs of ignoring those strict social codes, are imagined, from an American perspective, as trifling absurdities, mere flummery and costumery, which an injection of a little no-nonsense egalitarianism will 'fix'. Thus a novel that deals with class becomes a film which deals only with social pretension. It is the rules of Hollywood genre and not Georgian England that rule here. This would all be very well if this film were set in the US in the 1930s, but it is not, suggesting an inability or unwillingness to imagine a culture and time other than one's own. The dresses are not only improper for the country and era but, I would guess, historically inaccurate in any setting, suggesting, above all else, a couturier's fancy run wild, and indicating an income well beyond the means of this modestly-resourced middle-class family which yet lives so luxuriously (witness the extravagant gardens of their home). This is an outsider's fantasy of late 18th-century England, unencumbered by knowledge or faithfulness to source. Aldous Huxley, like so many artists gone to Hollywood, must have cringed to see his name attached to this script. Austen's novel is a mere pretext for a fancy dress romp which crushes the novel into the raiments of a Hollywood genre, excising all that gets in the way of those conventions. I cringed to see a master of subtlety and irony so often reduced to gaucheness. However, I cannot say there is nothing to redeem it. A few witty lines survive.