A contempo contribution to the august British tradition of lame, unfunny sex comedies, Yank-Brit co-production "Swinging With the Finkels" tracks how one London-based couple tries to scratch the seven-year-itch by exploring wife-swapping.
A contempo contribution to the august British tradition of lame, unfunny sex comedies, Yank-Brit co-production “Swinging With the Finkels” tracks how one London-based couple tries to scratch the seven-year-itch by exploring wife-swapping. Despite its ostensibly prurient subject matter, pic is so tame it earned no more than a 15 certificate in Blighty (roughly equivalent to a PG) and is more likely to offend auds for borderline-racist stereotyping than for smuttiness. “Finkels” opened on a modest number of prints in the U.K. on June 17, but is likely to detumesce quickly before ancillary release.
American fashion designer Ellie Finkel (Mandy Moore) and her Brit architect hubby Alvin (Martin Freeman) have hit the marital doldrums. After a few unhappy attempts to spice things up via dress-up and vegetable-assisted masturbation (the latter not as funny as it sounds), they find a couple — Richard (Angus Deayton) and Clementine (Daisy Beaumont) — willing to exchange partners for a night. Scene depicting the couples’ nervous, pre-coital chit-chat is the best part of the film. Unfortunately, the rest is toe-curlingly awful, although the main thesps gamely try to disguise their embarrassment. Tech credits are adequate.