This is exactly the kind of film that fills me with absolute dread and disgust at the lax standards of British film making. I ignored it on its theatrical release, as did many others, and only caught it on TV because of the lovely Laura Fraser. The plot is far too silly to go into any detail but it had something to do with Fraser duplicating herself only into her 'perfect' man's body. Hi-jinks and incessant male nudity abound, another thing to fill a person with dread.
However, it's a throwaway film which you can happily switch off to and as such isn't that bad in my opinion. It looks like it was made for a couple of grand at best and you can see the major plot points coming before the screenwriter did, but with Fraser and Rupert Penry-Jones seemingly having a blast in their roles of identical male/female counterparts it was rather enjoyable and managed to get in as many 'teen issues' (something its writer, Nick Fisher 'Agony Uncle', allegedly knows a lot about) as was possible in its thankfully short running time. Really it was utter rubbish but there was a twinkle in its eye and a smile on its face. It cannot be judged like the others. |
