Has nice moments and performances, even if it can't quite pull them together into an experience worth paying for in a cinema... There are stray elements of romcom nonsense - a documentarist whose public profile is such for him to be recognised in coffee shops by gushing 17-year-olds, and a slight dodging of what these thirtysomething characters actually *do* to be living on their own in nice flats this close to Hampstead Heath - but this is better structured and thought-through than the director's rather listless debut: each scene sets up a future date or assignation that gives Spector something other than Kearns's reliably put-upon expression to cut away to. There *is* a sense of people striving to move on here, and some sort of analysis, however cursory, of how couples can respond to the lonelyhearts and third wheels in their midst, and conversely how singletons often become confidantes to couples who aren't sure which way their own relationships are going. As far as Spector's concerned, he's not the finished article yet, but he continues needling away at his chosen themes, and seems to be heading in the right direction. A slight but consoling work.