Wimbledon

Starring: Paul Bettany, Kirsten Dunst, Sam Neill, Jon Favreau and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
Directed by: Richard Loncraine
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Bluntly Speaking? Wimbledon is a smashingly fun love romp - chock full of smiles and laughs and giddiness like a proper romantic comedy should be.

Story goes... Peter Colt (Paul Bettany) is an aging tennis pro who's feeling the courts have passed him by. He ranks down somewhere in the 157th place from 11th just years before.But as luck would have it he's been drawn to appear at Wimbledon for a final career hurrah.

When he gets there he finds a court full of yum in pixiedoodle Lizzie Bradbury (Kirsten Dunst), a fellow tenny pro and she's just what he needed to get that oomph back in his step shall we say...

Peter is about to learn "love" is more than just a tennis term and this boy is firmly caught in the net of amore having met his match in Lizzie. Their ball of courtship is in play as they serve up a delicious bit of comedy heading towards ultimate deuce...okay, I'll stop with the tennis puns...It's the old boy meets girl, they fall in love, they break up only to discover life will end as they know it should they part ways forever and viola by the end credits the everlasting love fantasy is sewn up and dancing to a well scored soundtrack. Game.

Paul Bettany steals this film like he's done in every other celluloid project they've placed him in. He's just a ball of talent that can serve up an entire scene without breaking a sweat upon his handsome freckled forehead. And a special thanks to director Richard Loncraine is in order for the multitude of steamy men-towel-wrapped shots via a brilliantly angled mansteak cam of McHotty Bettany and this new-found-purr inducing Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. Sir? We man-lovin' folks applaud you!

Beautiful Kirsten Dunst, is always plain old fun to watch. Film loves her. And here the little fireball of talent is perfect as the semi-spoiled bad-girl of tennis openly pursuing Peter.

Jon Favreau shows up as a pushy sports agent. Hilarious. And Sam Neill shows as Lizzie's over bearing dad and is as handsome as he is dull making his "over bearing" dad role seem a bit riddled with Prozac. Perhaps a shot of adrenaline for the guy would've been in order - what happened to the Damian we all fell in love with?



Snack recommendation: Fish and Chips w/Gatorade