Austenland
All I want from a romantic comedy is for two pretty people to start off on the wrong foot, slowly realize they like each other, and maybe have sex in a phone booth or something. Oh—and it might be nice if the movie didn't actively shit all over my intelligence and then bury its leavings in the one small corner of my brain still capable of experiencing joy. Is that too much to ask? AUSTENLAND, I'M ASKING YOU A QUESTION, LOOK ME IN THE EYE WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, WHERE ARE YOUR GODDAMN MANORS? (That was a pun because Austenland is set in a manor!)
by Alison Hallett