Hellen I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

ShangLuda Admirable film.

Matrixiole Simple and well acted, it has tension enough to knot the stomach.

Dana An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

rebaaron-1 I'm done watching gay films. I know I'm not supposed to say that.

toonhut Don't believe all the negative reviews this film has here. Maybe they don't get British subtlety. Like one person wrote, at least you get a glimpse of a different culture. I don't know why people have a problem when there is a (non-offensive) cliché in gay films. Sheeesh.. get over it people! You wouldn't be so upset if this story was on straight couples, so why here? The film is funny, smart, and very close to real. The first 10 minutes is enough to get you into it. There are all shades of characters and you may know some of them in real life too. They are believable. Some good songs, some laugh out loud scenes, and overall engaging. You won't be sorry.

Jay Harris Its not that the plot and story is unwatchable. Its not the the acting is atrocious. Its not that bad.Its the very fact that in this 95 minute comedy we have a song score that takes up at least (it seems that long) 46 minutes of screen time. The lyrics do nothing to aid the film,In fact I lost the story line because of it. If you do not have closed captioning,you will not be able to make out most of the lyrics. The music is bad enough to boot.To compound this atrocity, most of the camera work is with hand held camera. There was no need for so much here.The theme is gay, the film is not,for a comedy there only a few laughs.Ratings: * (out of 4) 30 (out of 100) IMDb 1 (out of 10)

moonspinner55 The British-made "Mr. Right" shows one thing clearly (if nothing else): Americans do not have the monopoly on terrible gay-themed dramas. A collection of gay Londoners work out their miserable love lives: there's the TV producer with Tiger Beat hair; the skinny, sulky actor (who carries a purse!); the rugby player who spends most of his time playing babysitter; the directionless kid who always looks confused, et al. The directors, the sibling team of David and Jacqui Morris (working from David's wincing, facetious script), seem to be treading in alien territory. The static scenes of coupling have no focus, no rhythm, while David's dialogue seems culled from various bitchy television programs. Gays have had a hard time in the cinema lately; if they're not bitter and crabby, they are disinterested or distracted. Anything, one assumes, to keep them out of each other's arms and out of each other's beds. One waits in vain for an honestly-extracted bit of emotion, a caring touch or a sweetly-observed glance. The Morris' are oblivious to such things. They keep their characters busy on their cell phones, busy at their jobs, busy bitching to their girlfriends. Gay men apparently no longer laugh--or love. * from ****