Bill Nighy

reference nSo, here’s a quirky bit: the guy’s got Dupuytren's Contracture—yeah, it’s not exactly a household name. Basically, it means the ring and pinky fingers on both hands are stuck bent in toward his palm, like some weird, permanent secret handshake. It’s genetic, so he didn’t ask for it, just the universe’s way of spicing up his day-to-day. You’ll notice it in scenes where he tries to grip something or even just gestures; his hands never fully open. It’s not just a random quirk tossed in for flavor either, it actually shapes the way he interacts with people and objects around him. Kind of wild how something like that can subtly change the vibe of a character, right? This little detail gives him a sort of edge, a quiet reminder that everyone’s fighting their own weird battles—sometimes literally right in the palm of their hand.

So, this movie takes you on a ride through awkward social encounters and the hilarious little lies we tell ourselves to get by. The main character, who’s basically an expert in underachieving, accidentally gets hyped up as some sort of Casanova. Suddenly, everyone’s convinced they’re absolutely irresistible, and honestly, it’s both flattering and a total disaster. You watch them try to keep up with this new reputation—fumbling through dates, dodging rumors, sweating bullets every time someone expects them to live up to the hype. The film leans hard into that cringe-y, “oh god, what have I done?” vibe, but it’s funny because, well, who hasn’t gotten in over their head? Relationships get tangled, friends get confused, and the poor protagonist has to figure out if they’re gonna fake it or finally come clean. It’s messy, it’s relatable, and it’ll probably make you squirm…in a good way.