I know I’m going to take a lot of flak for this, but I didn’t so much care for this film. As a classic film lovin’ gal (much more than a Jan Austen purist), I have a soft spot for the 1940 MGM version (starring one of my favorite actresses, Greer Garson) and I prefer the 1995 mini-series starring Colin Firth is a much more enjoyable version of the book.
Keira Knightley (and her freakishly long neck) continues to fail to impress me with each movie I see her in and Matthew Macfadyen made a pretty dull Darcy. As great screen romances go, I thought the chemistry between them pretty lackluster. The setting was authentic enough but I found the spinney camera work almost as annoying as the giggling, shrieking giddiness of the young Bennet sisters. And would Brenda Blethyn please cease and desist with the jittery, shrill, high-strung roles. She does them well, but enough already!
The whole thing just set me in the mood to queue up the mini-series on my Netflix account for a second viewing. [**1/2 out of 5]