Another smug foray into a whitewashed 'Curtisian' view of Metropolitan London that seems reserved in recent years for this pernicious type of film. Urban fantasy isn't inherently wrong, but here it merely facilitates a veneered backdrop for dishonest characterisation serving cheap laughs under a pretence of 'this is how it is'. It isn't: it's untruthful with characterisation resetting to zero for reiterative sequels.
I thought I had a pretty fair tolerance for romantic comedies, but this one really got under my skin. All the characters in this film are either unlikeable or uninteresting. The script is predictable, with the humor being limited to a handful of set-ups repeated over and over again. It's not even a good self-empowerment film, since the titular Jones can't seem to succeed without someone's help.
No, it didn't see it now but a few years ago, in a sleepy afternoon inadvertently on television and i was gradually detached off of its vision, and when it finished I had given up long ago. Not worth anything but picked up in someone else's Mubi and remembered to rank it. What an unpalatable thing!