Couldn't get through it

This is a badly written film with badly written characters. As a quasi-Austen fan, and HUGE fan of Pride and Prejudice, I can appreciate the die-hard Austen fan, but Jane was downright certifiable. I couldn't root for her, because she is a child, not a woman. She is to be pitied. I'm not even talking about the bedroom decor, the cardboard Darcy in her living room, the "I HEART DARCY" binders, etc. Jane behaves like a woman with a mental disability. Seriously. Case in point:

Her date wants to make out, but Jane is watching P&P with bated breath for the 500th time! If you don't wanna get physical, fine...but sitting at the edge of the couch, clutching your pillow, still lost in the romance of a movie you've already seen a million times, while on a date no less, is beyond pathetic. It made me wonder if Jane has a mild form of Autism.

This had an interesting premise: A lonely woman who longs for the days when men were true gentlemen goes to an Austen-themed resort to live a weeklong fantasy with a manufactured happy ending. What SHOULD happen is that by the end of the film, reality smacks this chick in the face bit by bit and lets her know that there is no such thing as "Mr. Darcy," that there are perfectly good men out there in modern society that don't have to be brooding, moody, heroic figures eager to prove themselves, that a woman's "Mr. Darcy" is whoever challenges, complements, and accepts her the most.

I was so certain that this movie was going nowhere near that conclusion, that I turned it off around the time of the theatrical performance. I just didn't care, anymore. It wasn't funny. Wasn't clever. As manufactured as the resort itself.