Michael Winterbottom‘s The Look of Love (IFC Films, 7.5), which I saw at last January’s Sundance Film Festival, is an almost entirely flat thing to sit through, enlivened only by Steve Coogan‘s droll (if one-note) performance as British adult magazine and sex-biz entrepeneur Paul Raymond. An impressive recreation of ’60s and ’70s scenes, styles and mores, it’s a film that basically says that (a) erotic indulgence has its downside, (b) cocaine tends to fuck your life up and (c) it’s not a good idea to treat your daughter like a fellow bacchanalian. Fascinating! It’s reasonably well done but there’s simply not enough good material here for a real film, and what little Matt Greenhaigh‘s screenplay contains is presented by Winterbottom in a rote, almost ho-hum fashion.