There are two groups of viewers who profess to hate this movie, and I have some sympathy for one of those groups. The Jane Austen purists are furious about it (“furious purists” - say that three times quickly). The story has been updated — sort of. That is, we find modern language and expressions popping up here and there, but clearly it still takes place in the past. It possesses a modern sensibility but still resides in the past.

There is more wit and humor in this version, and I am fine with that. If I feel like watching an adaptation closer to the original novel, there are the 1992 and 2007 versions to fall back on, after all. There will always be there.

Don’t get me wrong; there were one or two places where even I thought they had played too fast and loose with the characters: such as when Anne Elliot embarrasses her brother-in-law in front of a large gathering for dinner by saying he had been interested in marrying her before settling upon sister Mary. That seemed too mean-spirited for the character they were building and we come to know.

So the Austen lovers are upset in the same way that historians were when most historical movies change history or the real life people involved. I get that feeling even if I don’t share it.

The group I don’t sympathize with are the racists, aka the haters. They sometimes try to shield their racism by talking about “woke” culture, or whatever. But the simple fact that they can’t see past the race and skin color to the individuals’ performances is exactly why it is important to have non-whites playing some of these roles. Where are these hating snowflakes when talking about the thousands of movies over the decades where all roles were played by whites? Wait, what? That doesn’t offend them equally? Big surprise.