'Three lemons are just lemons. Three lemons together are a jackpot.' Atlantic City, 1959 - cue ragtime music, the seaside, boardwalks, childhood friendship. Sound familiar? This is a cheery version of the ultimate girly weepie, Beaches. Lifelong pals Grody, Keaton and Kane have ambitions to own a nightclub where they can perform their quirky singing act. But money isn't the only obstacle: friendship has its pressures too. A pleasing cast (including Aidan Quinn as a sleazy PR man) struggles manfully with a banal script, but there's very little here that you haven't seen before, including the mushy ending.