From the opening shot of Martin Freeman wandering through Borough Market to the strains of some tedious sub-Richard Curtis soul-lite, we’re squarely in unambitious British romcom territory. But it’s still remarkable how lazy and lacklustre ‘Swinging with the Finkels’ manages to be. Freeman is Alvin Finkel, whose marriage to childhood sweetheart Sarah (Mandy Moore) has turned the corner from comfortable to boring. But can they add spark by shacking up with strangers? This reasonably promising concept occupies about 20 minutes of the movie: the rest is taken up with unfunny slapstick, racial and gay stereotypes, embarrassing attempts at bad taste (Moore masturbates with a cucumber! Freeman’s buddy goes to the sexual-health clinic!) and lots of sitting in posh cafés whining about relationships. It’s not awful enough to be interesting – there’s the odd half-decent joke and none of the leads disgrace themselves – but it will be quickly forgotten.