Maybe Baby is Elton's stab at romantic comedy, and it's a strong feature debut, spiffy, quick-witted and more than a little shocking in its unflinching acknowledgement of English people having sex.

A juggling act between high soap opera and low comedy, Maybe Baby manages to keep its pins in the air until very near the end.

A film we hereby proclaim the finest fertility comedy ever made, in the faint hope that another will not be attempted.

Atkinson's painfully unfunny turn as an insensitive gynecologist is eclipsed by Hollander's scathingly funny portrayal of belligerent auteur Proclaimer, whose wears his pretenses with such scabby aplomb that they achieve high style.

Sabotages itself by trying too hard. The worst of it is that Maybe Baby feels very much like an Englishman's attempt to make a Nora Ephron movie, all warm and squishy in a decidedly American way.

There are some light chuckles to be had, but considering its promising parentage, this is surprisingly soft stuff.

This new romantic comedy from the U.K. lands on an emotional gold mine only to spin it into synthetic straw.

This one's all labor pains, and, in the end, nothing gets delivered.

Proves infertile in more ways than one.

A wannabe romantic comedy with miscast leads and a script in desperate need of a good editor.