In the Yorkshire countryside, working-class tomboy Mona meets the exotic, pampered Tamsin. Over the summer season, the two young women discover they have much to teach one another, and much to explore together.
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A tale of obsession and deception, and the struggle for love and faith in a world where both seem impossible. The film charts the emotional and physical hothouse effects that bloom one summer for two young women: Mona, behind a spiky exterior, hides an untapped intelligence and a yearning for something beyond the emptiness of her daily life; Tamsin is well-educated, spoiled and cynical. Complete opposites, each is wary of the other's differences when they first meet, but this coolness soon melts into mutual fascination, amusement and attraction. Adding volatility is Mona's older brother Phil, who has renounced his criminal past for religious fervor - which he tries to impose upon his sister. Mona, however, is experiencing her own rapture. "We must never be parted," Tamsin intones to Mona but can Mona completely trust her? Written by
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Utterly predictable. This movie never goes beyond the superficial. Cliché after cliché: rich, spoiled, reckless (Blunt) vs. poor, lonely, isolated (Press). Throw in some unexplained (and pathetically clichéd) Jesus freaks. It's unbelievable that this movie got nominated for anything but boring. Except perhaps for the titillation value of Nathalie Press and Emily Blunt kissing. Paddy Considine has absolutely nothing to do but emote. None of the characters are real enough to care about. The only saving grace: the gorgeous location shots. That's one thing I did come away with, a serious yen to visit the Yorkshire countryside.
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