The Guardian called it a dozy thriller.

And indeed, for Kitty / Cari, so it was.

I quite enjoyed Man on a Ledge. In a nonsensical Sunday night big bucket of popcorn way.

It's ridiculous. Flagrantly implausible. But fairly sweetly done for all that.

Cari / Kitty on the other hand, did a cmfwood and slept for approx one third of it.

I blame Greta. As the second she was laid over Cari's ample puffa, the poor girl was done for.

Delightful to be the one who was wide awake for a change.