Mr Right, Cineworld, Edinburgh Film Festival

Martha is twenty something, flaky, neurotic, and getting drunk after a break up.  She meets a man who tells her he kills people.  Joking, eh?  But Martha soon finds out he was deadly serious, and moves from horrified to accepting, to....

It's all very daft, played for laughs - and misses them.  The festival blurb described this as "Grosse Point Blank with a bit more dancing".  But it has none of that film's charm, thrills, chemistry, plot or acting talent.  Tim Roth is wasted as supposed bad guy Hopper, and both Anna Kendrick's Martha and Sam Rockwell's murderous Mr Right lack any trace of likeability.

A facile romcom felt an odd choice for a festival screening.  But maybe that's just me.  There were people in the audience laughing, I'm just not sure at what.  Maybe you have to be a twenty something?  I'm not.