Brits and sex comedies have never been easy bedfellows (Sex Lives Of The Potato Men, anyone?), and this laugh-free effort is no exception.
Sexually stale couple Martin Freeman and Mandy Moore attempt to spice things up with a bit of swinging; wacky hijinks follow, underscored by plinky-plonky sitcom music to remind viewers they’re supposed to be chuckling.
Thank God for Freeman, a reliably wry, likeable and emotionally truthful totem around which the rest of proceedings messily revolve.
But he’s saddled with a script that descends from misjudged raunch-com into mawkish sap come act three.
