This is a simple feel-good film; slightly off-the-wall and and made with enough intelligence to engage with the audience and gently challenge it rather than just playing strictly for the lowest common denominator.
The film club scale is a bit wayward on this occasion because I drank rather too much and forgot who said what, but: Dong only saw half the film but didn't take any fag breaks; Shazzerooneypoos made no wuffling noises at all and thoroughly enjoyed it; Slocombe's pithy quote is lost in the haze of red wine, but I think he said that it was worth sitting through Hunger for; Frankenkeith liked it too and was very pleased to see Faye Dunaway who had helped him through those difficult years of his adolescence (in the same way as the original Charlie's Angels did for me, I suspect).
Will you like it? I have no idea. But if you have even the teensiest romantic bone in your body, I'd be prepared to bet that you will.
As a taster, here's the first scene culled from YouTube, stay with it - the pay off is beautifully and quietly done: