There's no reason to bother with "My Oxford Year" unless you're a YA romance completist.

What should be a tender, feminist-minded story centered on a young woman rediscovering her dormant childhood dreamer turns into a middling melodrama about being with a cute guy in desperate need of her rescue.

They are all very attractive people, as are Dougray Scott and Catherine McCormack as Jamie’s parents. They just aren’t given a lot to do.

I’m not going to lie, the movie caught me off guard and left me bawling my eyes out. It’s not as indelible as other movies I’ve seen, but it does strike a chord.