Maggie (Marianne Faithful) has "the best right hand in London". Which is a tad disturbing, considering she is a kindly, middle-class grandmother. But it's OK, because she's only pleasuring men in Soho so that she can pay for her dying grandson's medical treatment. Which is a shame, because Corey Burke, the young actor playing the grandson, is quite irritatingly bad, and the money would be better spend on acting lessons than life-saving procedures.
Thankfully, Kevin Bishop and Siobhan Hewlett inject some authenticity into the proceedings as Tom and Sarah, the devoted parents. Sarah is quietly optimistic, trying not to let the strain affect her son or her marriage. And Tom is quietly despairing, almost accepting his son's fate. Until, that is, his mother hands him a huge wad of cash and refuses to tell him where it came from.
Of course, none of this really matters. Nobody will walk into the cinema wanting to see a family come apart at the seams dealing with the possibility of their son's death. No, the punter's will buy their tickets for Irina Palm to see how a grandmother deals with giving the best hand jobs in Soho.
It's all done very quaintly. Maggie winces her way through her first few clients, before getting to grips (pun intended) with her new profession. And all the while her relationship with her stuck-up friends at home deteriorates, while her friendship with Miki, the club owner, blossoms.
It's all very predictable, really.
Entertaining, though. The script seems a bit forced at times, as do the performances, and the occasional attempts at some kind of social commentary aren't as successful as they could have been. And the soundtrack is oddly bleak, given the film's comedic bent. In fact, there's quite a list of faults. But somehow, Irina Palm manages to entertain, and there's not a lot more you could ask for.
Thankfully, Kevin Bishop and Siobhan Hewlett inject some authenticity into the proceedings as Tom and Sarah, the devoted parents. Sarah is quietly optimistic, trying not to let the strain affect her son or her marriage. And Tom is quietly despairing, almost accepting his son's fate. Until, that is, his mother hands him a huge wad of cash and refuses to tell him where it came from.
Of course, none of this really matters. Nobody will walk into the cinema wanting to see a family come apart at the seams dealing with the possibility of their son's death. No, the punter's will buy their tickets for Irina Palm to see how a grandmother deals with giving the best hand jobs in Soho.
It's all done very quaintly. Maggie winces her way through her first few clients, before getting to grips (pun intended) with her new profession. And all the while her relationship with her stuck-up friends at home deteriorates, while her friendship with Miki, the club owner, blossoms.
It's all very predictable, really.
Entertaining, though. The script seems a bit forced at times, as do the performances, and the occasional attempts at some kind of social commentary aren't as successful as they could have been. And the soundtrack is oddly bleak, given the film's comedic bent. In fact, there's quite a list of faults. But somehow, Irina Palm manages to entertain, and there's not a lot more you could ask for.