This movie was a stultifying combination of boring and depressing, leaving me unable to decide whether I would like to take a nap or a cyanide tablet.
Oh yes, poor Duchess of Devonshire, I feel terribly bad for your incredibly pained life. Made possible, by the way, by legions of maids, servants, and various other peons who spent their lives toiling in abject, desperate poverty so you could have fancy clothes, gourmet feasts, shiny carriage horses, clean bedpans, and every other thing under the sun while you never lifted a goddamn finger. It was so hard to be you.
P.S. Don't bother waiting for the blooper reel.
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