But after that ramped-up sexiness, the film takes a long slide down. Maxandra whisks Mike off to London on her private jet with a business proposition and a plan for a theatre she owns: replace a stuffy, 19th-Century drawing-room drama called Isabel Ascendant with a one-night-only stage extravaganza. Mike will direct the male dancers. That leads to a let's-put-on-a-show sincerity that clashes with the film's sometimes winking tone and double entendres.