It was a curiously unemotional tale considering that it was all about how these characters interacted. Evans and mum Manville moved to London to a flat owned by Hoskins' ill father. Evans was a waiter who ended up shagging Channing and becoming her PA, but then he met Ryan and began a relationship with her. It turned out she was Channing's daughter, Head was her gay uncle and Hoskins turned out to be her uncle on her dad's side. So Evans was seeing mother and daughter. Meanwhile, Manville tried to get her singing career off the ground, while Hoskins loved her from afar (well, the flat above). There seemed to be a lot of coincidences joining the characters, but these never felt forced. I think the problem with the movie lies with Evans, who's pretty, but I was never really interested in him. He seemed to float through events, and there was little emotion written across his face when big bombshells dropped such as realising who Ryan was and what might happen when she finds out about Channing. The most interesting character was Bob Hoskins, who was so sweet in his devotion to Manville, who was completely oblivious, so it was a shame that his sub-plot was sidelined far too often. Channing of course was great value, and her English accent spot on. I was suprised and delighted to see Anthony Head, who has never turned in an unwatchable, unenjoyable performance. Sparkle then was an intriguing tale that failed to shine overall, despite the best efforts of all involved.
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