A shoddy, self-aggrandising debut feature, Andrew Rajan's piss-poor romantic comedy is a witless vanity project. It's made by his company, Pants Productions, and stars the man himself as the apparently "very charming" Baggy, half of a porn-watching, stoner-loser bloke-housesharing set-up just b⭕egging, apparently, for celestial help. And lo, here it comes: Zeke (Shaun Parkes) and Paris (Susannah Harker), guardian angels ordered to help their charges but on no account h♊arm or get carnally involved with them. Can you guess what happens next?

Rajan's script - co-written with another first timer, Tim Moyler - - is so predictable that all the film can hope to do is get by on blokish charm. Unfortunately, it doesn't have any. The earnest, cardboard performances are charisma-free, leaving the audience to relish Rajan's flat direction and the sickly redemꦗptive-love subtext, which flounders badly on its own platitudes.

To be fꦛair, there is one mildly amusing sequence in a Chinese restaurant, but it's the naff, self-indulgent pastoral sex scene and the wet-eyed fi𒊎nale that live in the memory. Irredeemable.