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I can't really remember much of what this film was supposed to be about, some sort of philosophical ramblings delivered whilst a bloke massages a woman. Who cares? The fact is, you get to see a lot of the glorious Mimi Rogers and her awesome breasts and magnificent buttocks. If that makes me sound like a sad pervert, so be it. To be honest the rest of the film sent me to sleep. How is it that I have to drag myself to work very day and Bryan Brown gets to oil Mimi Rogers up for a living? Okay, so he has some acting talent - not a lot mind you - and I have none, but it's still not fair. In my opinion his finest hour was not his version of Hamlet at the Old Vic but keeping his pants under control during this shoot.... I certainly take my hat off to him for that.

I enjoyed this film and so did my children. I can't see why anyone would consider this a poor film, it's only meant to be a bit of fun and it appeals to the traditional British love of the anus and flatulence. Rupert Grint is really excellent. In style the film reminded me a bit of Ron Bassett, England Manager - without the swearing.

This is a lovely gentle film, it has no gunfights, car chases, profanities or explosions so I suppose it appeals to a niche market, but I liked it. The storyline is simple but deals with major themes like bereavement, parenthood and belonging, and was very moving at times. The acting was excellent. How anyone can call it boring is beyond me.