Richard Thorncroft is a lot like Alan Partridge, and this film bears more than a passing resemblance to Alpha Papa. I'm not sure what accent Russell Tovey is doing, he sounds more like a special-needs Yorkshireman than a Manxman. But it raises a few smiles and is at least not excruciating - British film has reached a point where we have to be satisfied with that, folks.
(I say British but the Isle of Man, with its bespoke funding, looks as though it could soon have a bigger film industry than the mainland.)
(I say British but the Isle of Man, with its bespoke funding, looks as though it could soon have a bigger film industry than the mainland.)