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BY BROOKE HOLGERSON
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Working Title, the company that brought us Four Weddings and a Funeral and now serves up Richard Loncraine’s Wimbledon, can be depended on for films with an affable, low-key charm. Here, Paul Bettany stars as the charming but hapless Peter Colt, an aging tennis pro whose brushes with greatness have always found him choking at the last minute. Making his final appearance on the green lawn at Wimbledon (so why didn’t this film come out in June?), he meets Lizzie Bradbury, who’s played by Kirsten Dunst as a kind of American Maria Sharapova. She’s on her way up, he’s on his way down; then their affair rekindles his love of tennis and he actually starts to win. Dunst and Bettany are both appealing enough, but Dunst in particular seems lost in her role as an aggressive athlete, and Bettany, in his first starring role, is confined to returning the easy lobs of romantic-comedy clichés. It’s all enjoyable enough, but you may not care whether they win or lose. At the Entertainment, Flagship, Opera House, Providence Place 16, and Showcase cinemas. (100 minutes)
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