The film certainly has an appealing opening that promises much – a red-wigged Tilda Swinton seduces a man in a toilet and then pops the condom off and puts it in her handbag, asks if she can have a cuddle and then tells him he can’t see her anymore as three time is her quota for each man, before returning home, boiling the condom and serving it up as a cup of tea to two other copies of herself. The colour schemes that Leeson outfits the sets and the costumes of the three different Tilda’s that we meet in these scenes are bold and striking. But the film quickly becomes buried under Leeson’s familiar pretensions. Take a sample piece of dialogue – advice given to Tilda’s scientist: “Just make sure you don’t download yourself into your work.”

There’s a potentially worthwhile idea to the film – of a scientists creating three copies of herself, which then proceed to go out of control in their search for independence. It’s almost like a feminist version of Multiplicity (1996). But it all sounds a much more interesting film in synopsis than it emerges up on screen. Leeson clearly wants to make science-fiction films – and the idea of sf as a genre for the woman’s film is one that has yet to be explored – but she really displays incredibly little interest in the genre – the film here has the ludicrous notion of computer viruses somehow being able to infect humans, for one. Nor does Leeson ever make it clear whether the SRAs are clones or androids. Leeson further has little interest in the dramatic or comic potentials of the idea and the film circles around its premise without ever really going anywhere. While Leeson has good ideas in her films, it feels like what she needs is a co-writer to come on board and clarify what she is trying to say. Her direction of actors also feels forced – the romance between Swinton and the incredibly annoying Jeremy Davies is completely without any type of conviction, the least of which is something like a twenty-year age gap between the two of them.