A likably daft British comedy echoes of The Full Monty and Brassed Off. We get refreshingly unselfconscious moobs and guts, sagging thighs and fading tattoos, belonging to guys sporting unsexy swimming caps and goggles. All that’s lacking is a verruca plaster floating in the foot baths.
A group of miscellaneous middle-aged blokes who form a deeply unlikely male synchronised swimming team, revolving around the local pool in various interlinked formations to musical accompaniment. They’re making no creative progress until accountant Eric (Rob Brydon), suffering from a midlife crisis, joins their ranks. His numeric training tells him they need an extra man to complete the rotational symmetry – and his heart tells him he personally needs some therapeutic bonding.
Peter Bradshaw, The Guardian