Reading the books by Jane Austen, Nora Roberts, and other beloved authors may, whether we want it or not, awaken a desire for the kind of glamorous romance where life feels lived to the fullest. These pages make us believe in love that conquers, partners who understand every unspoken word, and moments that shimmer with perfection. But once the last page turns and the story ends, reality—subtle, stubborn, and often indifferent—gently reminds us: fairytale endings aren’t promised, and prince charmings rarely come as advertised.

Jane Austen Wrecked My Life, directed with a light, literary touch by Laura Piani, wades right into that bittersweet tension between romantic fantasy and emotional reality. At its heart is Agathe (Camille Rutherford), a French writer trapped in a creative and romantic rut. Working at the iconic Shakespeare and Company bookstore in Paris, Agathe hides her disappointment behind sarcasm and solitude, aligning herself with Anne Elliot from Austen’s Persuasion—a woman who waited too long and lived with regret. Life, for Agathe, feels like it’s passing her by… until a drunken dinner alone and a novelty sake cup ignite a spark.

Without her knowing, Agathe’s well-meaning but chaotic best friend Félix (Pablo Pauly) submits the beginnings of her manuscript to a writer’s residency at Jane Austen’s former home in England. And so begins a reluctant pilgrimage to the land of corsets, crumpets, and unresolved romantic tension.

That tension arrives in the form of Oliver (Charlie Anson), a distant relative of Jane Austen, who is equal parts uptight, aloof, and inexplicably endearing. Anson’s performance is a revelation: he moves with the sort of nervous charm and restrained elegance that made Hugh Grant a rom-com legend. There’s something in his subtle gestures, his perfectly timed eye-rolls and barely-there smiles, that make him feel like Grant’s younger double. His chemistry with Rutherford is sharp yet unforced, and their bickering-turned-bonding is as satisfying as a fresh cup of tea on a rainy English afternoon.

Though shot entirely in France, the film drifts effortlessly between Parisian melancholy and English propriety. Piani captures both cultures with warmth and wit, using Agathe’s journey to reflect how personal transformation often begins where discomfort lives. This isn’t a glossy fantasy where everything falls perfectly into place. It’s messy, dryly funny, and at times genuinely moving.

There are moments where the film leans heavily into Austen references, but rather than feeling forced, they serve as emotional signposts. Agathe’s love story isn’t about escaping into fiction—it’s about confronting it, questioning the ideals we inherit from stories, and learning to write a new one on our own terms.

Jane Austen Wrecked My Life is as much a love letter to literature as it is a gentle critique of it. It doesn’t offer a perfect ending, but something better: a believable one. A story for anyone who’s ever closed a book and sighed—not just because it ended, but because real life rarely reads the same way.