I enjoy Jane Austen's novels, and I've watched most of the movies and mini-series adaptations of them that come out. Of course, that's always a little disappointing: what are the chances that someone else is going to see Austen's world exactly as I do? Today I watched Miss Austen Regrets, and I wasn't disappointed at all. It's not a version of any novel, so I didn't have the cognitive disconnect to contend with. But it still had quite a high bar: presenting a convincing, subtle portrait of a complicated person in a complicated life in a time not our own. I think the film did a lovely job, and it's now my favorite bit of non-Austen-authored Austeniana.
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