Just about every frame of the 2005 movie is a work of art. A treasure.
I can’t stand the 2005 version. All the girls giggle and squeal like 12 year olds. There’s no decorum at all... the whole family comes across as trashy. There’s nothing in the novel to suggest the poverty and decay the settings suggest. They aren’t desperate to marry because they are poor; they aren’t. They’re simply going to lose it all when the father dies because the estate is entailed. But all this giggling and squealing and running around in the mud and rain business... it’s like they took Jane Austen and tried to turn her into Charlotte Bronte.