Kelly McDonald is wonderful as the nanny. Unfortunately the parents are far beneath her in acting chops; they are so awkward and cringe-inducing. Possibly the director thought if he never let them hug or show affection, the movie would have more "British" tension. Instead, the parents are so immobile as to look ridiculous. Brits do hug now and then! The makeup was oddly done: I could see powder on everyone's face.
With a little more bite than a first glance at the seemingly familiar images of tweeds, tea and crumpet might suggest this is a decently modulated exercise on the sometimes arbitrary nature of creation and unsought celebrity [Pooh parodied as Bindweed in Milne’s Two People]. Yet it all remains skin deep with a diffuse narrative flirting around and never settling for long. It’s a wooly jumper, but fits well enough.