Critics + bloggers = Bliggics

Have you ever watched a movie which revolves around books written by an immensely popular deceased female British author whose books include Northhanger Predjudice,  Emma the Barista, The Gray Demon of Sanditon and Other Tales, Wuthering Pride, Manchester United, Senseless Pesuasion and Berkshire Hathaway?  I have.  I'm sorry if you have too.  But when you take an author with the pedigree the likes of Jane "Dickens" Austen (Dickens was her nickname, as referenced in her autobiography aptly named "Dickens is my nickname:  The Life and Times and Jane "Dickens" Austen.")  Anyway, as I was saying, if you're going to base your entire movie around the books I've mentioned, you could at least attempt to make it a good movie.  The Jane Austen's Books Club was such a pathetic movie it defies almost all description.  In fact the love I bear thee, dumb movie, can afford no better term(s) than this(ese):  Thou art a villain.  But all in all it was a pretty good movie.  You have the overbearing old lady, the under bearing and thus victimized middle aged lady, the loose cannon unpredictable alternative daughter, the lustful French teacher lady who seems to have never been in a relationship despite the fact that she's married, the older woman who loves the young dude who loves the older woman yet neither of them seem to know what to do next and oh yeah, the older woman who knows how to help everyone but it so irritating you just want her to stop talking and the young hipster dude who is good at computers or something and has two sisters or something like any of that even matters.  The point is that the movie was so bad and so universally panned by critics and bloggers and reporters that, oh notice that bloggers got their own distinction in that last sentence because they are neither critics nor reporters, where was I.  Oh yes, the movie was so maligned and loathed that, I mean, just listen to some of this criticism:

Austen wrote six novels and The Jane Austen Book Club is about six people who meet to discuss them over the course of six months. 666. Coincidence? I think not.

There you have it.  Nobody in the whole world or apparently the next world or the underworld like this movie.  To call it a chick flick would insult all the great chick flicks out there like The Gray Demon of Sanditon and Other Tales.