I watched the new “A Room with a View” a little while ago. It just doesn’t work.

All of the actors are fine, but the framing story? Grim and invented. Blah. You don’t get a feel for the life at the pensione, Miss Lavish, the Misses Alan, the silliness of Cecil Vyse, the desperation of Mr. Emerson that George be happy, the panicked and repressed Lucy. It’s just not there.

And I missed the opera.

Of course, I think the 1985 film is one of the most perfect and glorious adaptations of a book to a film ever, so it had a lot to live up to.

The Masterpiece “Sense and Sensibility,” on the other hand, was lovely, even when the music struck a discordant note with the action.