Wimbledon opened to middling reviews when it first hit cinemas in 2004, but every summer we rewatch the romcom without fail. What gives?

Wimbledon: an ode to the best bad romcom of all time ever

Under Her Eye

 The whole love story basically boils down to 14 days of drunken shagging 

The film demands that we give a damn about these very wealthy, very glamorous, very horny athletes – and we do, without fail

It’s no Richard Curtis or Nora Ephron flick, true, but it’s ours. 