But in the second part? Oy Vey! And I really wanted to love it. The scenography and costume ought to be knighted. Despite being a huge Rickman-fan and always having envisioned him as Vetinari, casting Charles Dance was definitely inspired and I think I may even consider him _the_ Vetinari from now on. (Well, Rickman is succesful enough, surely? He's Severus Snape for cripesakes, he already has fangirls enough.)
But...
There are a few points that break my heart.
Firstly: making Reacher Gilt too cartoony and hands on evil. It made him less frightening and didn't add anything. The scary bit about Gilt in the book i that he is very nearly brilliant. Almost as brilliant as Vetinari, and he doesn't like to get his own hands dirty.
Second: Making Princess Mr Pony's niece and putting her in peril (Oh, poor Pauline). It did not add anything to the suspense, but it annoyed anyone who had read the book.
Third: Shoving Adora and Moist on the same horse over and over again. Having Adora along for scenes where she really wasn't needed.
Fourth: The complete shambles of the race. Completely losing the point about the pictures slowing the clacks down. Having Groat delivering the book instead of Moist (wtf?)
Fifth: putting Moist in peril over the race. It did not add any suspense and pissed me off no end. It also is completely out of character for Vetinari who is never capricious or sadistic.
Sixth: Angua. Good choice for likeness, not the actresses fault that all she got to do was frown her nose and look menacing.
Seventh: the motherloving schmalz. Wtf? If there is one thing to say about Pratchett, it is that he is unsentimental. The "hanging from the clacks tower in the same rope"? The "saved by the Golem"

uke:
Generally - that things are removed, conflated or added for flow of the story - fine. Understandable. But there was too much painting in loud colours. We don't need to see Gilt hold Princess from the tower to know he's evil. Moist's previous scheming lost Adora her job, not her company and her father - people don't have to die to make a normal person remorseful once the repercussions of their bad actions are known to them. And the yucky, sticky, toffee-apple romance. Gah! I'm so verklemmt, I think I'm gonna plotz. Talk amongst yourselves.