Synopsis: ChickLit is a comedy drama about four guys trying to save their local pub from closing down. They group write a chick lit, or more specifically a 'mummy porn' novel in the style of 'Fifty Shades of Grey' and it gets snapped up. The only snag is that the publisher insists that the young woman 'author' does press and publicity. The guys have to keep their involvement a secret and so engage an out of work actress to 'role play' the part of the author. This leads to her becoming the star in the film of the book, the tables are turned on the guys and she is in control - leaving them with the awful prospect of having to secretly churn out sex novels for the foreseeable future.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Tony Britten
Production: Capriol Films
Rotten Tomatoes:
96 min

Be very scared.

It's a difficult decision.

You've bloody well

done it again.

I was keeping him out,

you idiot.

One is allowed to make

a mistake on occasion.

One is not. One is supposed

to stop bloody Justin

ruining us again.

Gentlemen, what

happened to fair play?

It died the day you were born.

Last domino.

Spawn of the devil.

I can't go!

That must be uncomfortable.


I suppose I better, then.


Come on, come on, pay up.

To them that hath

shall be given.

There you are,

bloated capitalist pig.

Don't hate the player,

hate the game.

No, no, I like the game.

Drinks, anyone?

Whilst you're up, Chris.

Guys, sorry,

there's a bit of a glitch.

Run out of beer?


A pump without beer,

now there's

an interesting concept.

Is everything all right?

It's fine, it's just another

cock-up with the delivery.

- Won't happen again.

- Don't worry.

I'm feeling flush.

Let's have a bottle

of their second cheapest claret.

I want beer.

My mother always says

I want and never get.


We'll have some cashews,

as well, please.

Oh, in that case, yes.

You to me.

Good night?

They ran out of beer.


How awful.

Something's not right.

Did you win?

98 pence down.

Poor darling.

Is it Justin again?

I've worked out what it is.

When he goes home first and has

a little slurp with supper,

he's easy meat.

When he comes straight

on from school,

he's like the dominoes


of Stephen Hawking.

What are you reading?

Oh, dear.


Oh, dear, what?

After returning

from a horrid day in court,

I had the pleasure

of scraping dog poo

off Charlies football boots

with a toothbrush

that I hope I've thrown away.

This was followed

by a rugby match

masquerading as dinner,

then the existential

hell of bath and bedtime.

You have your dominoes.

This is my relaxation.

- Sorry.

- Yes.


Oh, Geoffrey!

It's bad enough us

stocking the wretched book,

you don't actually

have to read it, as well.

You'll get high

on your own supply.

It's research.

Ten pages is all I managed.

How many copies

of the new Zadie Smith

- did we sell last week?

- Four.

- And of "she came in chains"?

- Fifty-three.

Including one

to lady Fermley-Cadwaller.

Who said it was

for her granddaughter,

when she was clearly lying.

Can't argue with

your figures, darling.

Nope, but I can argue

with its complete lack

of literary merit.

Which, of course, I concede.

And I can argue in its depiction

of all women as needing


Doesn't stop me reading it,

now does it?

Didn't stop me from reading

"lady chatterley."

Yeah, but that was

great literature.

- Was it?

- Yes.

The act of carnality as

an explosion of sensuality,

expression of new wisdom

in the ultimate life

and love experience.

It was about having

sex in a shed.

Was it Miller who said

"it's all this cold-hearted

fucking, that is death and idiocy"?

See, that's what's so despicable

- is the cold-hearted...

- Stop pontificating.

Read your Hollinghurst.

Don't stress.


Very childish.

Very, very childish.


Do you really get any pleasure

out of reading

that ill-formed garbage?


Let me think.

Do you mean am I going

to leap on you tonight

demanding that you have

your wicked way with me?

Hmm. Highly unlikely.

I have to take Sarah to have

her nits checked, first thing.

But if you mean

do I derive pleasure

from not having to engage

emotionally or intellectually,

then, yes.

Well, doesn't it worry you

that Sarah could write

more stylishly than...


"Lydia Lovemore"?

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