Independent Cinema writes: Walking out of this film, I wrote a single line at the end of my notes for my review: “I just don’t care.” It wasn’t meant to be an insult or anything to the film, but rather to raise an important question as to whether I should have cared about Anna Karenina’s plight. Not even that though, does a film not have a responsibility to make the audience care about what’s happening on screen? From what I understand, Anna Karenina is very faithful to the book, and now the problem lies in whether I even want to read the book after this. Drab may be the perfect word for this movie, once the novelty of its stylistic choices wears off, and that’s a problem when a film has to rely on aesthetics to make their movie interesting. Going from inventive and exhilarating storytelling to the typical period piece style of film is the kind of degradation that agitates viewers like me who hate to see ambition get squandered for no reason.