Sisterhood

A very undemanding comedy, set in New Zealand and London, which re-unites – after much non-diverting delay – two half sisters (scriptwriter Emily Corcoran as the honest-as-muck, welly-wearing Kiwi; Isabelle Defaut as the snotty, pink stilletoed  Sloane ranger) abandoned by immoral scamp and thieving bastard father Jack (Nicholas Ball).

Directed with an almost hilarious lack of panache by Richard Wellings-Thomas, it  may trade with startling unoriginality in the comedy of embarrassment and plays on national stereotypes, but at least it doesn’t take itself seriously – although, you suspect, it probably couldn’t if it tried. This is the kind of movie where London coppers are still wearing  ’90s-style bucket helmets and applying  Keystone-era collaring techniques and all the – uniformly stuck-up, hypocritical or plain dishonest – middle-classes of Chelsea know each other by first names. At its lowest, it sinks to using cynical old ‘gags’ about sexually voracious elderly women. If ‘Sisterhood’ makes you feel good, you don’t need Citalopram.