Isn’t Stephen Mangan (he of Green Wing fame) just a bit too comedy sketch show to convey serious dramatic intent?
Yes is the answer.
It feels more like a limp comedy-drama for TV than a “proper” film.
There’s too many yawningly familiar telly actors. (and that horrible bulldog-faced John Henshaw is in it too – as an implausible swinger)
The relationship-roundabout for thirty-somethings in Camden. Jumping on and off one another. The constant whirligig of vapid emotions. “Relationships are about Moments“.
Stephen Mangan is falling in love. Then falling out of love. With this one. Or not with that one. But, ok – with that one. He’s far too oily to be credible as an angsty loser-in-love. Can’t quite shake his smooth-operator smirk. I kept expecting him to come out with smarmy sarcasms.
But the piss-taking punchlines aren’t there. Instead you get awkward silences. And sensitive eyebrows (Mangans)
It’s all trying to be knowingly low-key. No big romantic gestures ala Richard Curtis. No sweet ending.
Go and have a mope on that solitary park bench Mangan. You lost.
Dir: Col Spector, England
6/10
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