Director Michael Winterbottom has achieved the impossible: he has made a biopic of Paul Raymond, Britain’s most colourful porn baron, that’s unobservant, unerotic and dull. The flashback structure resembles Citizen Kane, but little else does. There’s no technical virtuosity here and, worse, no insight. It’s neither comedy nor tragedy: a flat, superficial film that’s a huge wasted opportunity. Steve Coogan’s shallow performance as the Clacton pier mind-reader turned coke-sniffing pornographer is pathetic, but not in the way intended. It’s flippant and lightweight. Porn again: Steve Coogan plays porn mogul Paul Raymond in The Look Of Love - a surprisingly unsexy film The growth of a pernicious porn business is portrayed as cheeky, harmless entrepreneurialism — a valuable form of libertarianism. In the film, Raymond’s magazine empire consists of just one periodical, Men Only. In reality, his seven porn magazines constituted half the British market. One of these,