Wimbledon

zzie" (Kirsten Dunst) is taking a shower. She's the real deal on the court and she takes a bit of a shine to the no-hoper - much to the chagrin of her manager/father (Sam Neill). As their relationship blossoms a bit, it has quite an effect on his game. His expected dismissal in round one doesn't happen, nor round two... She, on the other hand, crashes out a bit earlier than planned but can the two manage to salvage what's important from the lessons being learned? Could it actually be a love match? It's an amiable enough little romcom, this, with actually quite a tenterhook ending but the comedy is a bit thin on the ground and aside from the two at the top who do look like they are enjoying themselves, the remaining cast don't deliver so well - especially the dreadfully wooden Neill, the overly hammy Robert Lindsay and a curiously sterile badinage in the commentary box between John McEnroe and Chris Evert. Some of the tennis action is quite well structured, though, and the film looks fine. You'll just probably never remember it later.