Back to tip you over the edge in a fond farewell to sun, sand and flaccid sex. The story’s fluffy and the music’s beige, but the actors go for it and throw themselves at the monkey’s script, making the whole thing a marginally less irritating affair. They’re having far too much fun for their age, and material. To add further insult… the sky is blue the whole time!
Come, treat yourselves to great scenery, awkward dancing, terrible singing and lashings of embarrassing dialogue on the last Bank Holiday of this rare, glorious English summer.