A frighteningly bad array of accents peppers this so-so Brit-com based on Den Eneste Ene, a Danish film most noteworthy for the fact that nobodys ever heard of it.
Richard Roxburgh takes centre stage as Neil, the Geordie kitchen-fitter in the process of being coaxed into adopting an African kiddy-wink by over-bearing partner Jenny (Aisling OSullivan). When Jenny unexpectedly snuffs it, Neils left to look after the young and hard-to-pronounce Mgala (Angel Thomas) on his own. Somehow, though, he manages to find the time to do a spot of voluntary work for the sultry Stevie (Justine Waddell), wife of a famous stereotypical Italian footballer (Jonathan Cake) and subsequent love interest.
Set in a plush, clean and perhaps even slightly poncy interpretation of modern-day Newcastle, this ill-advised exercise in blandess is aimed squarely at the Cold Feet crowd. On more than one occasion its pointed out to us that Neil is warm, funny and charming, something we should really be capable of deducing for ourselves. Stevie, meanwhile, is more than a tad difficult to sympathise with. Yes, her husband plays away from home (with Donna Air, as if it wasnt unforgivable enough), but its tough to find depth in a character whose sole reason for not wanting to have a baby is that itll make her fat.
Then theres this supposed football star, who for some reason runs around in an empty St. James Park pretending to celebrate scoring goals. At one point were told hes considered a legend by the supporters, which flies square in the face of earlier information telling us that hes constantly injured, has hardly ever played a game for his club and has been nicknamed Mary by the crowd. Its just one example of the clumsy and inconsistent writing that blights this entire film.