Me, Myself, I

She has also starred in Hilary and Jackie, Amy, Welcome To Woop Woop, Children Of The Revolution and the highly recommended My Son The Fanatic.

Griffiths, born in Newcastle and raised in Melbourne is thankfully not classically beautiful, which is certainly not to say that she hasn't got plenty of beauty, charm and talent.

Having the confidence and courage to not be glamourous allows actors to get on with more challenging parts. Although Me, Myself, I, Philippa Karmel's first feature, is conventional film fare, Griffiths gets plenty of screen time and every now and then she adds that little bit more, lifting the film beyond the ordinary.

Me, Myself, I, in keeping with the Sliding Doors theme finds Griffiths playing Pamela who's a successful journalist in her thirties. She's unhappy because she hasn't got a steady man. She's still mooning over Robert Dickson (David Roberts) who years ago she's spurned.

Pamela has a minor car accident, hits her head and meets some sort of ghostly character; the Pamela who had accepted Robert's proposal and now has three children, the whole suburban thing.

The two Pamela's change places and we are treated to a mainly comical portrayal of the journalist Pamela trying to deal with the children and her new husband.

There are some high moments, particularly when things get a little more serious, for instance when Pamela and her daughter deal with the daughter's first period, but for the most part there's an air of unreality about the situation.

This is a sometimes unwieldy script. The best moment comes when we are allowed to realise that Pamela's little boy somehow senses what's going on.

But the most worrying is the depiction of an attempted suicide. It's a bit of a worry when such scenes are presented when there's an epidemic of suicide going on in our community.