Swinging with the Finkels (2011)

A suburban couple decide to shake up their marriage by "swinging" with another couple.

Director:

Jonathan Newman

Writer:

Jonathan Newman (screenplay)

Stars:

Martin Freeman, Mandy Moore, Jonathan Silverman

Cast

Cast overview, first billed only:
Martin Freeman	...	Alvin Finkel
Mandy Moore	...	Ellie Finkel
Jonathan Silverman	...	Peter
Melissa George	...	Janet
Angus Deayton	...	Richard
Daisy Beaumont	...	Clementine
Paul Chowdhry	...	Henry
Jerry Stiller	...	Mr. Winters
Beverley Klein	...	Mrs. Winters
Edward Akrout	...	Andrew
Tim Beckmann	...	Jim
Louie Spence	...	Juan Carlos
Kenneth Collard	...	Man Toes
Carolyn Tomkinson	...	Toe Jam Woman
Michael Burgess	...	Man (Pee)

Storyline

A suburban couple decide to shake up their marriage by "swinging" with another couple.

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Plot Keywords:

swinging | character name in title

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Taglines:

Is the grass greener on the other side?

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Genres:

Comedy | Romance

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Motion Picture Rating (MPAA)

Rated R for sexual content and language

Details

Official Sites:

Official site

Country:

UK USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

17 June 2011 (UK)

Also Known As:

Antallagi zevgarion

Filming Locations:

Cambridge University, Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England, UK

Company Credits

Production Co:

Filmaka.com, Kintop Pictures, Reliance

Technical Specs

Runtime:

85 min

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

2.35 : 1

Did You Know?

Trivia

This is an expanded version of Jonathan Newman's short film Sex with the Finkels.

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Goofs

When Martin and Peter are at the driving range near the beginning of the film, a beer can be seen on the ground near his ball basket while Peter repeatedly misses the ball. After he throws down his driver in disgust, Martin finally takes a drive; in this shot Peter's beer has disappeared.

User Reviews

Very poor

Oh dear. Yet another failed attempt to do a 'Four Weddings'. Take a selection of 'hilarious' middle-class characters, throw in a bit of sexual experimentation, some London landmarks and a barrage of romantic clichés, and you have the formula for this soggy mass of mediocrity. The script is banal, the characters unappealing, and the hodge-podge of nationalities baffling (would you believe English, American, Canadian, Australian, Indian and Eurasian characters all together in anything except the Olympics?). Martin Freeman plays a remarkably unsympathetic character, and has little to do except pull his usual variety of faces. The problem with the British film industry is that it's only possible to get funding for this sort of gloop, or for gangster films.