Scratch Wernham’s “No Stranger Than Love” begins off promisingly, ricocheting through with exhibitions from the unimaginably agreeable Alison Brie and Colin Hanks. Brie plays Lucy Sherrington, the lady that everybody pines after in a little American town. This is built up in a generally sharp arrangement of opening scenes, in which the foremost at the school at which she works, one of her understudies, even the trash specialists on her road all declare their fascination with her. But then Lucy stays alonevoted the ruler of the town reasonable consistently however without an accomplice in her bed. That is until the night that Coach Clint Coburn (Hanks) chooses he’s at long last going to follow up on the sexual science among them, and undermine his better half with Lucy. As the two stand before each other in Lucy’s front room, Clint maintains his love for Lucy. What’s more, a mammoth dark gap opens up in the floor and sucks in Coach C.
From his new position in Lucy’s dark openingfrom which he can speak with the world above yet sees just dimnessClint justifiably freezes.