Damn but Clive Owen is sexy. Stone-faced with just a hint of vulnerability, and really really male....

*sigh* I'm supposed to be reviewing the movie, aren't I?

Greenfingers is a sweet film. Kinda charming, not terribly deep, zero surprises. A feel-good movie with a lesson or two. Newt would call it nice.

Owen (the BMW Films guy) plays his part well, David Kelly (Waking Ned Devine) does a good job as the philosophical old-timer, and Helen Mirren is flawless as always. The rest of the cast, stuck in stereotypical roles, are fine too.

The flowers are pretty and the soundtrack is good but I didn't really laugh much. Like I said, a sweet film but I wouldn't bother renting it.

Unless, of course, you want to look at/listen to Clive Owen.