Time Out saysFrank is looking forward to another summer of boozing and screwing - vaguely aware that this could be his last downtime before he's sucked into a job. He's got a rent-free flat with a mate in Kentish Town, N London, but he's scoring poorly with the girls, and doesn't know how he feels about Cherry, who might at least improve his average. Grosso's adaptation of his laddish play shows promise, but he's no director. Too often the actors are marooned in front of a static, unreceptive camera, and he has no idea how to end a scene (or a movie). Still, if you can stomach the excesses of boys behaving badly, it provides larks, a top soundtrack and further proof that Kelly Reilly is someone to watch.