So you think you're some sort of wiseguy?

"Oi, mate, what'ya up to this weekend?" "Dunno. Nothin' special -- maybe a spot of snooker." "How d'ya fancy making a film with us, then?" "Uhhhh . . ." "Come on. You get to play with guns, an' dress up an' say a few lines. Anyhow, there's no football on Saturday is there." "Fair enough. See you down the pub."

It's easy to imagine a conversation like this at the genesis of the project that became "Love, Honour and Obey." Made by and starring a close-knit circle of friends, the film dishes up the oxymoronic experience of a "professional home movie."

There is almost a feeling of eavesdropping here, as if we are watching the likes of Jonny Lee Miller, Jude Law and Ray Winstone call each other by their real names, hang out at pubs together and generally behave so naturally it's easy to forget this is a movie and not an underground voyeuristic video of the British stars.