I think I came to this movie too late. It is unquestionably gorgeous, and the scenes of Victorian schoolgirls excitedly tearing off their gloves and giggling as if they each were on the edge of Freudian hysteria are fantastic. However, try as I might, I couldn’t get past how dated the film was. All the long, loving shots of Miranda looked like clips from a ‘70s shampoo commercial. And that pan flute! This criticism is most likely unfair, given that movies are products of their time. But what can you do? They haven’t invented time machines yet.