Appropriately enough, I watched this in Berlin. I say appropriately because "schmaltz" is a German word in origin - but, lets face it, nobody does it quite like our American cousins.
The film sticks in my memory like a bad smell. Sickly and sentimental in the extreme. It turns a genuine health crisis into a third-rate melodrama. Yet another tale of gay doom and gloom. Unrelieved misery and corn on the cob sentimentality. A product of its time. Thank goodness they don't make 'em like this any more.
Unlike other reviews, I don't recommend Kleenex if you choose to watch it, I suggest a sick bag.
The film sticks in my memory like a bad smell. Sickly and sentimental in the extreme. It turns a genuine health crisis into a third-rate melodrama. Yet another tale of gay doom and gloom. Unrelieved misery and corn on the cob sentimentality. A product of its time. Thank goodness they don't make 'em like this any more.
Unlike other reviews, I don't recommend Kleenex if you choose to watch it, I suggest a sick bag.