If he wanted more than a skit, he needed a serious rendering of Austen's world, first as a backdrop to the zombie absurdity (as an ongoing source of humor), and second for its inherent emotional power. [...] he doesn't cast "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" as though he were making a Mel Brooks movie, but as though he were making a straight version of Austen. Charles Dance plays her father, not as though he were in a comic zombie movie but as though this were Masterpiece Theatre, and there's nothing funny about Douglas Booth as the handsome Mr.