Watching: Emma

Unlike the other adaptations of classic novels we've seen recently, Autumn de Wilde's new adaptation of Emma closely follows the plot of the novel. While I know several people who prefer more faithful adaptations of this kind, I often find that in the absence of anything new I am more likely to compare the film unfavourably to the pictures in my head, and in this case I certainly felt that Knightley was entirely wrong: blond instead of dark, scruffy instead of suave, and he looked far too close to Emma in age (though that may just be a sign that I have reached the age where everyone under the age of 40 just looks like a Young Person). That aside, though, it is an incredibly beautiful film; Anya Taylor-Joy's Emma looks like a Botticelli angel and has just the right mix of awfulness and charm, and the sets and costumes are gorgeous. Bill Nighy is fabulous as Mr Woodhouse, and while Miranda Hart is much too tall for Miss Bates she's so perfect in every other way that I'm happy to overlook that. Certainly worth seeing, though I think I preferred both Little Women and The Personal History of David Copperfield.