Brenda Blethyn is her usual brilliant self, utilizing all those old lady charms (and giving maybe her tamest performance to date) to grow marijuana as a world class gardener, save her house and on the way, get into misadventures that are sometimes funny - occasionally dim - always attentive to good, old-fashioned Brit stereotypes. She meshes well with her gardener, an avid doper played by Craig Ferguson (of 'Drew Carey' fame) - who ('Surprise!', 'Surprise!') has a girlfriend (Foreman) who doesn't approve and is pregnant. There's miscrients of all shapes and verbal wonderment hanging around the small English town - which, by the way - is bumpkinland to the grand climax when Blethyn wanders into London to rouse a dealer (Tcheky Karyo) to launch her dope. The whole thing really, really smacks of a carefully plotted film - that's purposefully engineered to export to us bloomin' Yanks.

       There's a problem with the particular ending to this film - but one worth addressing with all of it's kind. Any urgency or panic characters exhibit is squashed before it even registers in our frontal lobes. These films have a way of working themselves out that's become 100% predictable, always satisfying and in full opposition to comic suspense. (The inkhole that is this film's particular ending doesn't exactly suffice as part of the grain of this film. It's less capricious than it is just plain weak.) And for a film like this, it's the comedy that's most important. The laughs are, for the most part, solid and well deserved. A film that features a gigantic clowd of marijuana smoke drifting through a town, akin to John Carpenter's 'The Fog', can more than make up for any of the whimsical stuff that's starting to seem a lot less whimsical with every soundbite which reads : "This year's 'The Full Monty'".