I was excited to see it was on iplayer (I loved it when it came out) but thought it had dated so much. The female lead was so wet - the foreign handy man comes to the door at midnight and she tries to tell him to go away, because she's so tired, but he barges in and starts fiddling with her house. Instead of either calling the police or telling him to push off until a reasonable time of day, she just stands around with a soppy resigned expression. Later on her boss comes along to get her to do some extra work, translating a postcard. Instead of saying - 'no, it's the weekend' on comes the soppy resigned expression again. Then 4 or 5 random blokes take the house over, and she just lets them do whatever they want. I got so fed up with it that I gave up before A Rickman appeared.
Also, the fact she's being an incompetent doormat is kind of not who she is. You sense this isn't her normal self, even if it might be normal responses for another woman. So her emotional injuries are invisible to others.
Totally outing but my Dad is inadvertently in this film. Where they are hopping along the river and there's a London bus, my dad is reflected in the window. In his anorak, hands in pockets. I can't watch it the same way again once we spotted him!
I really enjoyed it. Was young when I saw it before so didn’t understand much of it then. It’s interesting how she’d bought a cheap flat in Highgate. The buses and cars look really old (and it was funny how the other bloke offered her a lift back home from the Southbank). It’s hard to remember the effort you used to have to go to to exchange phone numbers and agree to meet up.