We have often made a thing about British talent taking over the world, so seeing two of this generation’s greatest talents sharing the screen sounded an incredible opportunity, especially in the current Brit-loving climate.

It’s a small British film too, that sees Hollywood stars Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh playing a couple facing a number of challenges in their life.

Having met under the most curious of incidents, Tobias (Garfield) and Almut (Pugh) become a couple.

They have busy lives, with Tobias working for the company that makes Weetabix, and Almut an up and coming chef, with a bright future ahead of her.

But when Almut gets some news regarding her health, it puts a whole new perspective on the future of their relationship.

The idea of Garfield and Pugh as an on-screen couple sounds as close to a sure thing as you can get, and yet the result is truly disappointing.< /p>

Irish director John Crowley made the decision to shoot their relationship in a non linear fashion, which would have been fine if there was a point behind it, but there just isn’t.

The narrative is absurdly choppy, jumping back and forth, making it not so much difficult to follow, more just plain annoying. For example, we know fairly early on that Almut has cancer. Then, over an hour in, we find ourselves in the doctor’s office as Almut discovers her diagnosis for the first time. But we already know she has it, so whatever emotional weight the scene is supposed to carry is completely lost.

Another example is that from the start we know the couple have a daughter. Then, throughout the film, we have flashbacks to the couple talking about having a child, trying to have a child, then having the child itself. The fact that we see the young girl from the beginning means we the audience are fully aware of the outcome, so again, seeing Florence Pugh pee on a pregnancy stick holds nothing in the way of a surprise - oh will she be pregnant, well, yeah.

With such a jerky narrative, there was an opportunity to throw a few bombshells in to keep the audience on their toes, but no, all it does is manage is to be as annoying as hell.

The structure, or lack thereof, bleeds into the characters themselves, in what soon becomes a series of clichéd moments that we’ve all seen before.

The dialogue is both limp and wet, which neither of these actors – or the audience – deserves. The one curve ball it does offer, that sees Almut having a secret past that involves being really good at a sport to champion level, is just absurd; If she was a world class chef and sports person, perhaps she should have dabbled with medicine, that way she may have found a cure for cancer. She would have done us a favour if she did, as we wouldn’t have had to sit through such a dreary film.

The script also features a worryingly amount of product placement, that is being offered as slices of cuteness, but just lots of talk of Weetabix and Jaffa Cakes are wedged in with no finesse whatsoever.

And then you have Garfield and Pugh, who the director manages to make incredibly ordinary, which is perhaps his only talent. There are couples in soaps whose relationships have more meaning than this pair.

If Crowley had shown some creative flair for the use of the non linear narrative, there would be little issue, but it’s completely devoid of any creativity whatsoever, making for a wholly tiring and tiresome affair that definitely isn't worth wasting your precious time on.