What to say? Where does one begin? I'll never get this two hours of my life back. In this 'pro-feminist' film the men are portrayed one dimensionly, and worse – the relationships in this film are practically paint by numbers bad. I believe the intention of the filmmaker/writer Sue Heel was to follow the lives of four working women throughout a basic training in seduction in the form of a cheesy class run by an Italian model. However, these 'classes' mainly seem to focus on caressing inanimate objects and sitting without looking at one's chair.

It's no small wonder that these women fail miserably at the arts of seduction, although their English hertidge is mainly blamed. All that aside, the 'following' of each woman is edited with the style and pace one might expect from a Blue's Clues episode (for those unfamiliar with children's television: it's SLOW). Just as we get situated with one woman, we are whisked onto the next, yet each storyline is given far too little time to insight real interest in the viewer. Each woman has a simple problem, within the first five minutes of the film you know that each will succeed despite the enormous odds. Makes one feel as truly we are, in fact, watching a kiddie program. Problems, of course, are seamlessly remedied in a tight montage with upbeat music despite the fact that the relationships (yes, the paint by number ones) clearly need more time and dialogue to truly mend. I felt myself feeling pity for the poor boyfriends/husbands in this over the top and childish 'chick flick'. In short: don't watch it, please.—Kim Lesch

» Sue Heel | UK | 2004