I just saw this movie. I recommend it without inhibition to anyone who loves Jane Austen, which constitutes approximately 7 out of 10 female English majors from my experience. I was in a secondary education class for English teachers at school, when the teacher asked us to pick a character from literature that we thought we were most like. I chose Iago from Othello. First, I chose him because I had studied Othello in three different classes in the previous two years and was studying it yet again that semester. I had Othello over, under, on, in, around, above and through the brain. Second, I chose him for his determination to fight for what he wanted. And third, I chose him just to be contrary and original because I am insecure sometimes and wanted attention. 7 of 10 (that's a guess) of the rest of the females in the class chose Elizabeth Bennett as their literary soul sister.
But I digress. (I like to digress just so I can say that's what I was doing.) I cried my face off in the enjoyable way I did when I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I really loved this film, in spite of the gratuitous view of James McAvoy's backside as he jumped in a river for a bathe after a rousing game of cricket. And also in spite of its lack of actual historical fact.
My sister and I both think the first twenty minutes or so should have been rated PG-13, but other than that, we agreed with the PG rating. Anyway, if you love Ms. Austen as I do and have missed this film, you should remedy the situation immediately. Then call me, and I'll blather on about why I loved it, and you can tell me why you loved it.