The year is 1795 and young Jane Austen is a feisty 20-year-old and emerging writer who already sees a world beyond class and commerce, beyond pride and prejudice, and dreams of doing what was then nearly unthinkable - marrying for love. Naturally, her parents are searching for a wealthy, well-appointed husband to assure their daughter's future social standing. They are eyeing Mr. Wisley, nephew to the very formidable, not to mention very rich, local aristocrat Lady Gresham, as a prospective match. But when Jane meets the roguish and decidedly non-aristocratic Tom Lefroy, sparks soon fly along with the sharp repartee. His intellect and arrogance raise her ire - then knock her head over heels. Now, the couple, whose flirtation flies in the face of the sense and sensibility of the age, is faced with a terrible dilemma. If they attempt to marry, they will risk everything that matters - family, friends and fortune. - skip ad - Genres: Art/Foreign, Drama, Romance and Biopic Running Time: 1 hr. 52 min. Release Date: August 3rd, 2007 (limited); August 10th (wide) MPAA Rating: PG for brief nudity and mild language. Distributor: Miramax Films Cast And Credits Starring: Anne Hathaway, Julie Walters, James McAvoy, Maggie Smith, Jessica Ashworth Directed by: Julian Jarrold Produced by: Michael Mendelsohn, Jeff Abberley, Julia Blackman

How do you explain the Jane Austen bandwagon, which rolls on full steam with “Becoming Jane,” an imitation screen adaptation of an Austen-like novel that imagines the author’s romantic life at 20? Austen’s refined language, which Sarah Williams and Kevin Hood’s screenplay does a reasonably good job of capturing, is part of the charm. In the age of “whatever,” who doesn’t relish receiving a scrupulously considered, grammatically correct answer to a question?

Austen’s reassuring brand of sense and sensibility, grounded in wit and sound moral judgment, is another attraction. To literate Anglophiles, Austen and everything she represents looms as a symbolic bulwark against the values of today’s babelicious Babylon. The premarital meat market of her era was reassuringly prim.

“Tainted by suspicion” is the nastiest description applied by one woman to another in this film, which plays as a fanciful, scenic (but not too opulent) prequel to “Pride and Prejudice.” That slur is directed at Jane by the wealthy and snobbish Lady Gresham (Maggie Smith), whose beloved nephew Mr. Wisley (Laurence Fox) is dissuaded from marrying Jane after she considers, then reconsiders, eloping with her true love.

Like a modern chick-lit heroine, Jane has no interest in marrying a juiceless man, rich or poor, who has the imagination and charisma of a stick. An aspiring novelist in a rigid social order in which women of conspicuous intelligence are frowned upon, she is willing to take her chances. At its most hardheaded the film makes clear that when Jane forfeits her best opportunity for a financially advantageous match it is no laughing matter.

These imagined Austens live in genteel poverty. Jane’s father (James Cromwell), is a parish preacher, and the family’s hopes for a comfortable future depend on its daughters landing rich husbands. As Jane’s fussbudget mother (Julie Walters) observes, “Affection is desirable; money is absolutely indispensable.”

Jane, however, is determined to marry for love or not all. When Tom Lefroy (James McAvoy), a rakish young Irish lawyer-in-training, comes along, it is him or nothing. Tom gives her a copy of Henry Fielding’s “History of Tom Jones, a Foundling” to educate her about sex.

Austen, as we know, never married. And the movie implies that Tom was the real Mr. Darcy, minus his fortune; hence, no marriage. “Becoming Jane,” directed by Julian Jarrold, whose previous movie was the garish comedy “Kinky Boots,” drives home the painfully limited options facing British women of limited means in the late-18th and early-19th centuries.

At country dances and balls grown-ups scrutinize the behavior of blushing young women on the marriage block. Fun may be had, but the festivities are fraught with anxiety and calculation.

“Becoming Jane” is a triumph for Anne Hathaway, who brings to the young Jane the same jittery wide-eyed intensity she displayed in “The Devil Wears Prada” along with a secure British accent. She and Mr. McAvoy inject a keen intelligence into the couple’s verbal jousts, along with romantic chemistry.

While Jane struggles to assert some independence, Tom squirms under the iron thumb of his humorless authoritarian uncle, Judge Langlois (Ian Richardson, in his last film role), who wields the purse strings. Everything about Jane, but especially her irony, offends this grim hanging judge, who hands out death sentences with a thunderous righteousness.

Ms. Hathaway , who is almost too pretty for the role, recalls the young Judy Garland, with her panicky stare and cherry lips. Mr. McAvoy’s sexy, good-bad boy, especially in profile, resembles Bob Dylan in his early troubadour mode. With his taste for booze, bare-knuckle boxing and the occasional prostitute, Tom also suggests a whippet version of the young Albert Finney in “Tom Jones.”

Not much is known about the actual Austen-Lefroy relationship except that they met at a ball in 1795 around the time she had begun an early novel that was later reworked as “Sense and Sensibility” and that she described him in a letter to her sister, Cassandra (Anna Maxwell Martin), as “a very gentlemanlike, good-looking, pleasant young man.” At a ball they apparently caused tongues to wag by sharing three dances instead of the regulation two.

The real-life Lefroy eventually married a wealthy Irish woman with whom he sired seven children and became a successful lawyer. The fanciful coda to “Becoming Jane” imagines a reunion between the grown-up Jane and Tom, now both slightly graying.

The screenplay’s pseudo-Austen tone is so consistent that its lapses into modern romance-novel fantasy threaten to derail the film. A scene suggesting oral sex between Jane’s parents is one. (Ugh!) And after Jane and Tom’s first kiss, when Jane coyly inquires about her osculatory technique, you may want to howl.

This film is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). It has sexual innuendo.