Mike D'Angelo’s review published on Letterboxd :
Nice of Venice and NYFF to be inclusive, but this has little to recommend it apart from cultural novelty. At no point does it even remotely approach the wit and sophistication of Austen (its professed model), and I'm afraid I can't help but recoil from its unapologetic embrace of "traditional" roles for women, however feisty said women may prove within the confines of those dictates. (It's like watching a movie about freed slaves who ultimately choose to remain on the plantation, forsaking pay for the good of the white family.) Also, what's with the soft-focus pastel look? Just makes everything look soap-y.