Nothing but a cheap melodrama dressed up as classy British elegance.

I'm sick of these types of movies that pretend to be deeper than they are because they're set in England hundreds of years ago. It's a whiny, privileged, spoiled girl who falls in love with a poet. We get to watch them telling how much they love each for two hours. That's it. It's like Romeo & Juliet without any of the drama that makes something like Romeo & Juliet interesting. There was the slightest hint of class warfare and not being able to love someone because of society's standards, but this one element that could've made it good was barely touched upon. The Twilight movies are crap as well and I don't see how this was any different. A bunch of over-the-top professions of love, unlikable lead characters, with a plot that leads nowhere. I mean…the girl even cuts herself because she's "so in love." If this was set in America with two modern teenagers, I'm sure all the snobs would look down on it. Because it had a bunch of flowery prose and because they talked about poems (Oh, how lovely!) it's looked at as beautiful when it's nothing more than a boring, cliché melodrama.

Though it was photographed well.