I didn't enjoy the acting, choice of actors, over dramatisation, or indeed the costumes. It seemed over wrought to me. I persevered until nearly the end, but the acting particularly of the brother still grated

Boring beyond words. Emily feared death so much she couldn't live her life, this fear brought depression, panic, social phobia and eventually she backed herself in to the safe zone of her bedroom with acute agoraphobia . The emo child of yesteryear . Did she suffer ? Yes , but when one refuses to see life as an experience with all it's worth including warts and all, then one suffers. Poetry is always personal to it's author and Emily's work tells her life, making a film about her is only amplifying the depressing state of her mind to viewers some of whom I would like to caution if you yourself is suffering from dark thoughts before watching this, frankly I'd advise to leave it be and just let it clutter the shelves of time instead of the deep recesses of your mind.

It is a movie that has all the points to be a good movie, however, does not become a good movie, because none of those points gets to be well finished. It is also a film, too arrogant, that uses too many fancy phrases which makes me leave the film. I do not think that to look like an intellectual, you have to use that language.The tempo of the movie is too slow. It was not necessary and causes the viewer to be bored. He tries to make a poetic and adult film and abuses that time too many times.There is a moment when he takes the pictures, which is very good. It is a way to raise the aging of the family, but equally, to have made a photo would have been enough, it is not necessary to take photos of all, since you have already told and you are sleeping to the viewer.Cynthia Nixon, plays a formidable role, gets you to believe everything that happens to her, even illness and that is very difficult. The bad thing and I imagine that it will be, because its real personage was like this, is that being a woman so feminist that it looked for the freedom in his life and the equality with the men, thing of admiring, I do not understand why it was constantly like the others lived their life. As the movie progresses, I get worse and worse and that at first, I was completely in agreement with her. The other actors are formidable too, is the strength of this film. Even Keith Carradine and that's hard to believe in the wig they have put.The make-up and the costumes are very good except the father, who gets me much of the film.The constant voice-over of the poems is something else that I do not like at all. They make the movie slower and I do not think they are necessary.The photograph, which is almost always impressive, I think is very confused, I explain, I think this film is extremely sad, other than the director can make it cold for the viewer or at least distant and deserved a sad and cold picture and however do not marvel with a warm and friendly photograph.The manager, I think he is wrong in everything. The planes are ugly, they are all badly composed, the camera movements are empty. It seems that the actors went to shoot alone because it is a succession of close-ups, as if they were alone and that gets me a lot of the film. In addition he is wrong in the tempo and the length of the film that is too long.Of course the final sequence, I think is left, we have already learned what has happened. And above it has a whitish and warm photograph, at that moment.

I couldn't wait for this movie to end. Within the first half, I wished I could reach through the screen and strangle the characters portraying Emily and Susan. Both seemed to delight in their own incessant, yet insipid, comments, thinking it would delight the audience as witty repartee. This constant need to appear clever and superior to everyone else was grating on the nerves and lost what very little charm it possessed within 5 minutes of exposure to it. Emily Dickinson is portrayed as a woman so in love with her own intellect, independence and wit that, though she obviously desired it, there was no room to accommodate the ego of a partner in her life. Her own ego had left no space for anyone else.Cassandra Clare, in her book "City of Bones", aptly states, "Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt." We might say something similar with respect to the unimaginative banter passed off in this movie as wit and cleverness.