These yin and yang performers complement each other nicely, like tangy rhubarb and sweet, thick custard. It's just a shame that the vehicle which has brought them together is so insipid.
Keaton and Gleeson deliver charming performances, with her as another sweet but slightly nervy type and him as one of his hairy, scary, bear-like chaps with (you saw it coming) a heart of gold.
Keaton's terrific, and it's sweet and airy and so unhurried you really feel like you've had a nice afternoon in the long grasses and cool breezes on the edge of the city. You wouldn't want to live there, though.
Keaton and Gleeson are simply too good for there not to be some fun here, despite a leisurely pace, much hanging on a rather arcane piece of British law, and Emily's eventually rather annoying habit of failing to speak up for herself.