Mister Eleven

This is hardly a romantic comedy. The comedic part is simply not there - no witty lines, funny subplots, or even any physical comedy. Yes there is the romance - a love triangle. The trouble is, we only root for Dan (the husband) and not for Saz. The main trait of her character is her narcissistic ways. She is flighty, confused, and indecisive. She treated Dan like dirt and blamed their problems on him. Example: she made out with Alex, and eventually slept with him; but when she came back to the house and found another woman in the house with Dan ( all was innocent: she was a coworker staying over for a day), Saz flipped out on them, threw things and walked out. Talk about throwing stone in a glass house. Yes, we all knew that she would get back with Dan in the end, but the whole time I found myself hoping Dan will find someone else, because Saz just does not deserve him. The storyline is pretty straightforward without much texture or subplots. So, the audience is left with watching the movie amble toward the inevitable and undesirable conclusion (that is, Dan took Saz back). I elected to try this movie because I like romantic comedy, and found a movie that's not funny at all, with a romance that I cannot buy into. The only positive I can say is that Michelle Ryan is a looker. Too bad she was cast into such a bad character.

Michelle Ryan plays Saz Paley, a maths teacher who's obsessed with numbers, she marries her eleventh sexual Partner and Mr Right, Dan. It transpires that she may have miscounted.

I love some of the music used, a bit of Michael Bublé can never be bad. Keane's 'Bedspread,' Embrace's 'Nature's Law.'

It's funny how phones can give a programme a time frame, and even though it's only 2009 they look so clunky. It's nice for a change in a TV drama where the main character actually gets on with a step parent, miraculously it can happen.

Cameo role for Exotic Marigold Hotel's Dev Patel who plays a Hotel waiter, trying to do his job in the middle of their row about him being number ten.

It's not particularly funny, but it is nice and easy viewing. Light hearted, Michelle Ryan is a beautiful, if a teeny bit wooden, same goes for Sean Maguire. Olivia Colman is the breath of fresh air, definitely the most natural talent on show. Denis Lawson and Lynda Bellingham seem rather underused, Adam Garcia is a very handsome chap, but not great here.

Overall it's a bit of fun, not massively engaging, but worth a 90 minutes if you've nothing better to do. 6/10.

Couldn't make it through 30 minutes of this utter trash of a movie. Acting is terrible. Where did they pick up this lot? Why Why WHY pray, is the talented Olivia Colman sharing the screen with these insipid hacks??! It was as if everyone had memorized their lines but were dead tired by the time the shoot rolled around. The characters are all uniformly despicable and I just wanted to throw things (preferably rotten and slushy) at them.

And the plot, you ask? It has been done to death a million times in better movies and better shows with supremely better actors. If you are feeling inclined to watch it just because the plot sounds remotely interesting, STOP. Pick up "Lucky Seven" instead.

Why is this even called a romantic comedy? There is nothing romantic in being socially malicious because you put too much faith in pseudo-pop- statistics from Vogue and nothing comic in the interminable boredom this movie indifferently nudges you into.

Everyone apart from Olivia Colman might just as well be made of wood and stuck on the wall - that's how uninteresting they are. Maybe the lead actress should stick to the runway and not return to the screen AT ALL. If there had been a rating below 1 star, I would have readily chosen it. Since there is no such option, the one lone star goes to Michael Bublé whose heartfelt track "Lost" is misused in this shoddy piece of work.

Bottomline: This is bottom of the barrel fare. Avoid, unless you are a rabid fan of Olivia Colman and have developed an effective way to block out the rest of the abomination of a cast and ignore the vapid excuse for a plot. Ugh.