The punters are saying My Oxford Year is a disaster. ‘Predictable, uninspiring and laughable,’ complains some meanie on Rotten Tomatoes. But they’re missing the point. My Oxford Year may be a work of accidental genius, but it’s a work of genius nonetheless. You will squirm, you will laugh derisively, you will cringe. By the end, though, you will be forced to admit that you secretly enjoyed every moment, for this is the very examplar of a so-bad-it’s-good masterpiece.

You know it’s going to be awful from the very first frame: a still representing the bookshelf of our handsome, clever and poor heroine Anna De La Vega (Sofia Carson) who has come up to Oxford to spend a year doing an MA in Victorian poetry prior to taking up a job at Goldman Sachs. It includes three copies of Dover Beach & Other Poems; two Great Gatsbys; two Mansfield Parks. Yup, they couldn’t be bothered to get even that detail right.

Luckily, it seems that despite being a driven, brilliant high-achiever, Anna isn’t really here to study. No, what she wants is romance. And who better to provide it than the handsome guy with that oh-so-cute way of biting his lower lip whom she........

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