A timeslip romantic comedy of considerable charm, if not quite enough to put it in the front rank of its kind.

PR girl Gwyneth Paltrow gets the sack and, fleeing the building, drops an earring which is picked up by James (Hannah). Running for the tube, she just fails to beat the sliding doors.

The film then offers two stories: the first tells what might have happened had she caught the train, which has Hannah sitting inside. One story ends happily, the other not so.

Which is the real one and, if it's the happy ending, is Paltrow #1 now destined to live the story of Paltrow #2? Hmm.

Perhaps we shouldn't delve so deeply into this inconsequential little film, since it's merely there to divert us and often succeeds.

Paltrow's English accent is absolutely faultless to the last dropped T, but it seems to hamper her performance which lacks the charm of Hannah's. In any case, the film is completely stolen by blathering, witty Douglas McFerran.