With a great deal of store being set on a scientific (and expensive) test to determine relationship suitability, college best friend “Simon” (Brett Goldstein) escorts his pal “Laura” (Imogen Poots) to the clinic where they do the maths. Next thing, she’s hooked up with, married and has a child with Scotsman “Lukas” (Steven Cree) and he - without the gadget’s help - is living with her colleague “Andrea” (Zawe Ashton). Of course the writing is on the wall, and it isn’t in code. He doesn’t really want and she doesn’t really want, and so yada yada off we go on a predicable tale of clandestine affection, deceit, duplicity and contrived histrionics that will test their relationship, her marriage and our patience. It’s a film that really asks why? But more of us. Why are we watching? The story is wafer thin, the characterisations never quite spark and the perfectly manscaped Goldstein also drives the squarest, design-free, looking Mercedes I’ve ever seen. Clearly car design in the future isn’t what it might be. I was completely underwhelmed by their selfish have your cake and eat it philosophy, faintly disguised as some sort of critique on the ultimate in computer-dating, and though I thought some of their banter was quite funny, that all ran out after about twenty minutes. It’s watchable enough, but wait til it’s on the telly as I doubt you will ever recall it.
