There's a small corner of my DVD collection accidentally devoted to collaborations between director Michael Winterbottom and Steve Coogan. All three of 'em start with T's (or numbers spelled with T's) and are filed away within inches of one another: The Trip, Tristram Shandy, and 24 Hour Party People. I love these films, I love Coogan in these films, I respect Winterbottom because of his involvement with these films (specifically). Consequently, I was prepared to like The Look of Love quite a bit. Coogan and Winterbottom tend to be a productive creative pairing, and the prospect of a period comedy following a real life sleaze impresario sounded pretty spectacular, but the results are lackluster; jumbled, stretched, and -even with dozens of prancing showgirls- bland. Maybe they're cursed by snubbing the letter 'T', maybe they need a Rob Brydon cameo as a good luck charm, or, you know, maybe they really needed to just fix up the script and keep their eyes on the story and not the pinups.