Honest

To be honest, this is worse than embarrassing. To be kind, pop music and moviemaking are separate art forms, requiring peculiar talents that do not necessarily coexist.

David A Stewart is the ugly one from The Eurythmics. He directs and co-wrote the script. Melanie Blatt, Nicole and Natalie Appleton are three-quarters of the girl band, All Saints. They star as Cockney thieves. The period is the late Sixties, when sex was free at the point of orgy. The girls dress as boys and crack safes. Top villain (Corin Redgrave) in their manor is not amused. You won't be, either.

Peter Facinelli is a pretty boy American, with a Tom Cruise smile and a washboard belly. He plays a Rhodes scholar, slumming it as a feature writer on a posey agitprop magazine, who falls for the girl with rubies in her pocket.

There is no story worth talking about. Nicole and Peter get off, except not properly because they're tripping at the time. Natalie goes gun crazy and shoots people. A drug dealer, who looks like Santana, chases them to France after they steal his stash. A party at a stately home looks as inviting as volley ball practice at a nudist colony.

The All Saints give it their best and are not afraid of taking their tops off, or getting stuck into the rough stuff. They can't fight the script.