Mr Right

The murkier depths of our film industry are crammed with those suffering from the belief that because they’ve seen a few films, they’re qualified to make them. The resulting concoctions – which often concern cockney gangsters or modern romance – attempt to weave the filmmakers’ personal experiences into something nearing art. It rarely works.

Admittedly, this gay-themed multi-character romcom from first-timer brother-and-sister team David and Jacqui Morris isn’t quite as disastrous as it could have been – there are some decent one-liners and the occasional keen insight into the dating process. But it’s still hopelessly amateurish, from the blandly overzealous cast culled from TV soaps to the shabby in-your-face shakycam directing and excruciating wannabe-hip soundtrack. Most disastrous is the script, which carries about as much dramatic weight as an episode of ‘Heartbeat’, and expects us to accept its crowd of vapid, self-regarding London media snobs as remotely sympathetic or likeable.