An antic Brit sex comedy, filled with lonely spinster women and corny, double-entendre-leaden dialogue, David Williams’ “Flyfishing” plays like a two-decades-too-late entry in the old “Carry On” film series — which isn’t an entirely bad thing. While not particularly inspired, pic ambles along amiably for a very brief run-time, with a few (though not enough) spots of genuine hilarity and a would-be ribald sensibility that risks offending nobody. But beyond minor fest appearances and some possible tube exposure, pic’s likeliest future is as a calling card for its cast of likable, fresh-faced newcomers.
Making their feature film debuts, television thesps Adam Croasdell (who has a relaxed, ingratiating on-screen presence) and Ben Price (who recalls the young, smirking John Malkovich) star as down-on-their-luck flatmates who give the world’s oldest profession a try by hiring themselves out as “male escorts.” The expected complications ensue when Phil (Croasdell) finds himself falling for the school teacher daughter (lovely Kate Ashfield) of one of his middle-aged clients. Most of the farcical set pieces are situations enacted more memorably hundreds of times before, but the actors strive admirably to keep things as fresh as possible.