The things you see in red speedos when you haven't got an harpoon....
This film reminded me a bit of one of those "X Factor" episodes where the contestant has a really sad back story that you immediately sympathise with, but who then goes on to have precisely no talent whatsoever with their chosen song. Well, this is a sort of cinematic equivalent. Jessica Rothe is Jenn, quietly having a beer in a sports bar with her two girlfriends when three lads come to chat them up. One of them, slightly embarrassed by this, heads to the bar and she duly tags along. Immediately, they seem to hit it off and soon she and Sol (Harry Shum Jnr - "Glee" - shouldn't/couldn't sing but could dance a bit) are an item; love blossoms and wedding bells start to ring - until, that is, he becomes seriously ill and it becomes evident that the couple's yellow brick road might be tragically short. This true story is horrible - a grim realisation of a how sickness is no respecter of age or aspiration - but the acting is almost as horrible. The sentiment is gloopy and neither lead offers any real depth of character to their roles. The script is, itself, straight out of an episode of "Glee" (there is even some singing to Oasis' "Don't Look Back In Anger"!) and overall, I found this depiction of the whole subject just too weak to do justice to the theme or to sustain 90-odd minutes on a big screen. It's an engaging enough story but one that really belongs on the telly.
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