Debbie Isitt's 'Confetti' is to be congratulated, from the outset, for one important thing that, despite it's subject matter, it hasn't proclaimed itself 'the funniest Brit-com since "Four Weddings and a Funeral'. If I see that tag on another film poster I'll perform unholy acts on the person of the ad-man responsible.
I was initially reluctant to see this film, as I generally find Jimmy Car about as amusing as a car crash, and the presence of that many sit-com actors is rarely a good thing.
This is an amiable, if predictable, movie. It has a few very funny moments, but tries too hard to emulate the model of 'Best In Show' and other such satires. There's a little too much attempt to have some of the characters, here, be funny or say funny things, rather than rely on the observed comic discomfort which make good mockumentaries genuinely rib tickling. There are attempts at this approach with the central couple of the three represented played by Jessica Stevenson and Martin Freeman - creating conflicts with Stevenson's pushy sister and domineering mother. Largely, though, this is ignored with the others. The annoying self-absorbed Tennis players become tedious, very quickly, and Isitt seem increasingly strained to manufacture moments where they are not simply being unpleasant for the sake of being unpleasant.
Surprisingly, it's Vincent Franlkin and Stephen Mangan - as the gay wedding-planners working with the three couples, who provide the heart of the film. They manage to be camp stereotypes and genuinely endearing, which is no mean feat.
Worth a look, if more than a little predictable.
I was initially reluctant to see this film, as I generally find Jimmy Car about as amusing as a car crash, and the presence of that many sit-com actors is rarely a good thing.
This is an amiable, if predictable, movie. It has a few very funny moments, but tries too hard to emulate the model of 'Best In Show' and other such satires. There's a little too much attempt to have some of the characters, here, be funny or say funny things, rather than rely on the observed comic discomfort which make good mockumentaries genuinely rib tickling. There are attempts at this approach with the central couple of the three represented played by Jessica Stevenson and Martin Freeman - creating conflicts with Stevenson's pushy sister and domineering mother. Largely, though, this is ignored with the others. The annoying self-absorbed Tennis players become tedious, very quickly, and Isitt seem increasingly strained to manufacture moments where they are not simply being unpleasant for the sake of being unpleasant.
Surprisingly, it's Vincent Franlkin and Stephen Mangan - as the gay wedding-planners working with the three couples, who provide the heart of the film. They manage to be camp stereotypes and genuinely endearing, which is no mean feat.
Worth a look, if more than a little predictable.