Not terrible. For all her limitations, Cybill Shepherd is well cast and does not disgrace herself. She is insecure at the start but, like Kim Novak in “Picnic,” she is the ideal embodiment of the character described by the author. A more suitable director would have been able to capitalize on her rightness in the part. Bogdanovich is, maybe, a trifle too cocky for this formidable assignment.
Whatever period screwball and New Hollywood edginess the film intended to superimpose onto a 19th century novel, it got lost behind a series of miscasts and uneven writing. It's still fine for a well-dressed Victorian piece, but struggles to come up with a more spirited social construct of the era.