The relationship / class stuff was fine, except that it could basically have been about *any* upper-class Edwardian woman, so it seemed like a waste to bring Potter into it and chop out huge sections of her life in the process.

It’s the type of movie I might have liked a lot better and considered to be more feminist a decade ago, before I’d discovered Buffy and before I’d had so many conversations about feminist theory and before I knew so much about Potter’s scientific achievements.

It had some good moments and some bad, but it mostly seemed to be about a kid showing her parents that she wasn’t a kid anymore, with a dash of watered feminist and class commentary thrown in.

The fighting with her parents got old, but the bits where they were discussing how to make the book were interesting. She had a lot of strong opinions about who it should be marketed to, and was right in the end. It makes me wonder if she revolutionized children’s books by doing more than just writing really good ones. Considering all the other things she accomplished, I wouldn’t doubt it.

Plus, it seemed as much about a woman finding her place as it was about finding a man who changed her; her friendship with her editor’s/publisher’s sister was shown as almost as transformative as her relationship with her editor/publisher.

It’s one of those cases where you could tell they were trying so hard, but fell so very short.