Jennifer Coolidge

A pointless, tired, sugary, pink and teal affront to Reese Witherspoon, Bob Newhart, any important political cause...Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, and—oh, let's just say it—humanity.

Predictability is the fatal flaw of any American sequel, and while this one comes closest in tone to the original film, that's a decidedly double-edged sword.

As a tart analogy for our escapism into literature and romantic comedies, Austenland is, itself, enaging, if not particularly sharp.