Confession time. I turned Miss Austen Regrets off about halfway through and watched the very interesting end of the Super Bowl instead.
I honestly tried to watch this, but it simply did not capture my attention. I didn’t like the actresses playing the main characters, didn’t like the dialog, didn’t care for the camera work, etc. It did nothing for me.
However, the music was gorgeous as was the scenery.
I have this thing about taking the lives of real people and running wild with imagining what they said and did and thought. I dislike it immensely in sermons about people in the Bible and I disliked it here. Someday when I’m dead and can’t speak for myself, I wouldn’t want someone making a movie about my life and making all kinds of guesses about how I felt about things or the conversations I had with people. While it is regrettable that most of Jane’s correspondence and diaries were burned shortly after her death, I just don’t think people should take great liberties in telling her story. It bothered me. But maybe that is just me.
So what did you think? Please leave a comment and share your thoughts!