I think a more apt title for this work would be, “Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice with a side of Asian Kung Fu and Zombies.” This was a terrible mish-mash of Victorian England and Asia– a particular time or place for the Asian bits was never really definitively set upon. The new pieces that Grahame-Smith did little to nothing to add to the story and changed nothing of ANY of the plot points. Although it spectacularly did NOT take Victorian culture into account when Mr. Darcy beats Mr. Wickham to lameness or Mr. Collins commits suicide. (Which I must admit were more satisfying conclusions to their story lines in my modernist views, but again, does not stick to Victorian England. A gentleman would never get his hands that literally dirty and a man of the collar would never commit himself to Hell with a suicide.) It was neither stupid enough to be funny, nor serious enough to, well, be taken seriously. I almost forgot to mention the abominable number of typos throughout. I cannot forgive a nationally circulated book more than 2 typos. Sorry, no sorry. Perhaps the other novels in the series might do better in that Grahame-Smith might show some actual talent, because there is none to be seen here. Although this book is terrible, I can see why someone thought this would be a good action movie. Adding more Kung Fu couldn’t hurt and distract from everything else.