At times rather like a soundtrack album illustrated by a story that is passably diverting largely because the stars, the characters and the situations from the original are familiar and mostly well-liked.
In his efforts to please the occupants of the American multiplex, Richard Curtis and Working Title are coming very close to insulting their home audiences. And I feel that their representation of foreigners in the Thailand scenes is especially trite and unworthy of European cinema.
Hugh Grant's Daniel Cleaver delivers the best genuinely comic moments. In one scene the Arts-Travel presenter dismisses the Sistine Chapel as "poof interior design gone bonkers". Grant leaves you hoping that the third in the series will feature Cleaver as the lead, now that the Bridget possibilities have so clearly been exhausted. At the very least we need a Cleaver-like character on Newsnight Review!