Simon Beaufoy sinks to the challenge of writing a follow-up to The Full Monty. This misfire was reportedly written first and Beaufoy should have shoved the script in a cupboard and forgotten it. Pete Postlethwaite, in a rare leading role, leads assorted workmen painting miles of pylons on the Yorkshire Moors when he meets Australian traveller Rachel Griffiths: their subsequent April-September affair is both unconvincing and embarrassing. Add clichéd characters, feeble humour, line-dancing and Postlethwaite bravely going one up on the his Monty predecessors by going full frontal and you're left with a weak work-in-progress that really shouldn't have seen the light of a projector. Great locations, shame about the film.