Boring, long, and too preachy.

A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

This is a simple movie. Well played and not overly dramatic. The only reason that it got a 9 was the "director" scenes with the drug happy, poorly played character. Considering the depth of the concept the film would have been better suited to a more caring character. It attempted to be a moment of comedy in a moving subject matter. Overall, this is a great movie if you are feeling emotional and want to watch a simple story unfold just as you hope, with twists and turns that make you wish for a happy ending. Without needing a spoiler alert; this film pushes the envelope on the Caucasian assumptions that we can get pregnant when ever we are ready vs. the more realistic ethnicities that understand that babies are made when our bodies are ready, not our careers.

You can tell that this is going to be a joyless experience by the strangled, off-key gurgling of that trite old Buddy Holly tune by none other than Sir Paul (John owed it all to me) MacCartney, the well known chipmunk-cheeked murderer of music. Of course, Joely Richardson in and out of her knickers and simulating sex, even with Hugh (Doc House) Laurie, is enough to sustain most (straight) men's interest for half an hour, and I suppose (straight) women will enjoy Hugh Laurie 'daringly' being the butt of (predictable) masturbation gags for the same length of time. The gag where she slides off her scooter after visiting the gynecologist is the high spot. By then it should have dawned on anyone that this film has no story, beyond the two elements that are bolted on to keep the non-characters alive: 1) Joely Richardson, in spite of having wild sex five times a day, wants to go over the side with a 'dishy' actor, and 2) Hugh Laurie, whose amphetamine intake is never actually disclosed, is eventually stung into writing a first-time smash-hit film script by a poorly written Scots nuisance who ends up directing it with the dishy actor as lead. The fact of its being based on his wife's oh-so-secret diary causes them to split up for a few months. That's it. End of story. The film starts to drag after the gags have run out - Ben Elton's forte is the half-hour sitcom after all - and as the script descends further into trite, turgid cliché after trite, turgid cliché, a few Shakespeare references are thrown in to show just how pretentious the project is, and all the usual Britflick club members are wheeled out to do their party pieces; they even squeeze in Dawn French, the Paul MacCartney of comedy. By the end Joely Richardson's hips begin to look distinctly childbearing. It's particularly annoying that it's about the very special pain of extremely middle-class people, (the 'park' is an enclosed private condo garden), while the views of the film business that are presumably intended to be satirical only communicate a sort of sleazy tedium. Do they have a baby at the end? ***MAJOR SPOILER TO SAVE NINETY MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE*** Elton doesn't say, they just simulate sex in public a lot more. It's a wind-up.

Personally I thought this film was a bit of a mixture, on the on hand you had Sam secretly writing their story even though Lucy didn't want him to but on the other hand he kept saying things to th person who was playing him that really made you feel sorry for him and Lucy about no matter how hard they tried they couldn't get a child.Also it was quit a good story but sometimes i found the acting was a bit flat I mean come on if you read that your wife had snogged someone else wouldn't you demand the truth out of her or walk out in anger rather then just sitting there and then kissing her? And what was with growing his hair? I've heard of mourning but that was just ridiculous!

This film was terrific. The charisma between Joely Richardson and Hugh Laurie is terrific and completely believable. The movie is so powerful however that I would only advise seeing it in the company of others if you have already achieved your family size. In other words, it would be a very painful movie to watch with someone who was having trouble with infertility. It's funny, but it's also very true. For me, it touched at the heart of all the issues involved in infertility. And Ms Richardson is a superb actress. I've also seen her at the Haymarket in Lady Windemere's Fan and she is an excellent performer.The semi-cameo (and slightly camp) performances by Dawn French, Joanna Lumley, Emma Thompson and Rowan Atkinson made for fun entertainment as well.