Women Talking Dirty

If you are looking for an action-packed, edge-of-your-seat movie then this is not for you. However, this is in fact the perfect "quiet-night-in movie". I always like a story every now and again that has no major suspense, but you still find yourself glued to the screen. If it lasted forever I can safely say I would have continued watching this.

Men, do not be drawn aback by the title - the story tells of two women, one a failed student and the other a shy cartoonist, who fall into an extremely unlikely friendship, and experience the ups and downs of becoming best friends. You are never bored during this, as it tells of how their love lives interfere with their friendship. The arguments pile on to you, and leave your mind thinking and taking in the movie's key messages, whilst the jokes leave you smiling and enjoying the fun of this film.

This is a well acted drama, perfectly casted and worth a watch for those interested in movies about companionship, love, hatred and much much more...Definitely two thumbs up!

I had the chance to see this movie on video. I thought it was entertaining. The story line was good. Although I would of chosen some other actors to play certain characters, over all they were good. I hope to see more films from David Furnish, Rocket Pictures LTD.

I've lived in Edinburgh for over 30 years and it saddened me greatly to see life in our city portrayed so ineptly. Edinburgh is a fascinating place for students, artists and young people - but this film failed, by a mile, to convey Edinburgh life. With the honourable exception of Richard Wilson, the attempts at Scottish accents were a complete joke. Gina McKie, Helena Bonham Carter, James Purefoy, etc, looked the part, but that's as far as it went. The geography of Edinburgh was also very distended. Were the characters getting around by teleportation? Certainly not by any pedestrian routes or public transport routes that I have seen! Compare this film with "Shallow Grave" and "Trainspotting" and you'll see the difference.

Immediately recognisable as a 90's picture (where angst is quaint and cute and alternative lifestyles are tender and heroic), this is a witty and engaging record of a time and a place, as well as a touching observation on issues I presume are of great resonance to women.

If you'll allow me (a bloke) to make this gross generalisation: it seems there are two types of women in the world - those who blithely and automatically have babies and those for whom the obstacles to having babies are life's major dilemma. This film brings together the two types nicely, showing how each (inevitably) brushes up against the other, but who, despite their different personalities, are just as equally in great sympathy with each other.

I baulked at the thought of Londoner Helena Bonham Carter playing a wee Scottish punk character - any movie with affected accents are usually a disaster zone - but she pulled it off brilliantly and has gone up several notches in my estimation as a result. She caught the vivacity and wittily fatalistic character of Cora very amusingly - not least in the scene where she searches on her hands and knees for food in the fridge in front her two young children, or where she runs hysterically shoeless through the streets, pursued by her pending boyfriend, to whom, when he finally catches up with her outside her door, she says "thanks for walking me home".

Along the way there are some pleasantly whimsical (90's style) friends and neighbors, plus Purefoy's beautifully balanced charming/despicable rake. The whole is atmospherically packaged in chilly autumnal Edinburgh, and the film ends up nicely too in a way appropriate for each character.

Anyone with an interest in people and human situations (because these people are reasonably valid) should like this film. Have an open mind and you'll enjoy this.

I saw this film on video with little expectation of any great quality given the delayed release, yet felt that the film was even worse than expected. Having read the original novel, I thought the film had good source material, yet the film was nastier and tawdrier than the book was. The Daniel Quinn character played by James Purefoy was cast in a more negative way than in the book. Gratuitous bedroom scenes were vulgar and frankly embarrassing. The viewer understood that the Daniel Quinn character was a sociopath womanizer lounge lizard from the beginning of the film, so all this excessive bedroom stuff was unnecessary, and like beating a dead horse. Viewers should be given some credit for understanding who and what the characters are rather than be given a "paint by number" picture from repeated scenes explaining why a character is good or bad.