Reviewed - Imagine Me & You: WHAT reasonable person would fail to welcome a romantic comedy that presents its lesbian heroines as average folk with average interests and desires? Unhappily, Imagine Me & You is not such a film.

Telling the story of a young woman (Piper Perabo) who, regrettably for her decent husband, falls in love with the florist (Lena Headey) who decorated her wedding, this nauseatingly twee picture features characters whose smug social complacency might cause even Richard Curtis to run to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth. They are forever pottering about in their cute little vintage motorcars. Their parents are all loveably eccentric old duffers. They insist upon living in a cosily gentrified inner suburb of London with "Hill" in its name (Primrose, rather than Notting).

Most annoyingly, as the privately schooled must, they use only the first syllable of each other's Christian names. Rachel, the posh bride, is Rach. Lucy, the beloved flower lady, is Luce. Hector, the unfortunate husband, is known as Heck. Even the director, originally an Oliver one assumes, goes by the name of Ol. Lord, it really is, to use their own language, enough to make you vom.

The film does, as you might expect, look perfectly lovely, and I suppose we should welcome the decision to structure a piece from such a conservative genre around a same-sex relationship. Inclusiveness, however, only goes so far. You will still listen in vain for any working class accents in this latest dispatch from Curtis Hill.