



Some rom-coms try to dazzle; this one settles for being pleasant. Jane Austen Wrecked My Life follows Agathe, a Parisian bookseller paralysed by grief and writer’s block, whose unfinished manuscript wins her a place at an Austen residency in England. What should be a chance to break free often plays like a genteel retreat where nothing gets too messy.
Oliver, the Darcy stand-in, and Félix, the best friend nursing a crush, give Agathe familiar options. There are comic set-pieces — a shower mix-up, a Regency ball — but they unfold with the safety of a costume rental. Piani directs with warmth and charm, the Paris–England split providing ample literary atmosphere, yet the film rarely strays from well-thumbed pages.
That’s the paradox: it’s cozy, heartfelt, and easy to watch, but rarely more. Jane Austen Wrecked My Life is nice, sometimes very nice, but too polite to leave a lasting mark — more a tidy diversion than a love story you’ll carry home.