This film was just painful to watch, and my expectations were pretty low because of the trailer and stuff I had read about it that kind of red-flagged it as superficial & sentimental. I basically bought the ticket for the eye candy factor and unfortunately, eye candy is all this film is and eye candy can be pretty damn boring. The brothers-in-love are gorgeous, successful and oh so deliriously happy. All the time. Well except for a couple of brief funeral scenes where they get to 'emote' unconvincingly. (Actors would have come in handy)
In the first half the brothers are 12 and 6, or whatever, and we get to see, over and over, how close they are, perhaps *too close*. The mother and fathers, (the brothers are half-brothers. Cop-out!) express concern, but being the sophisticates that they are, decide not to interfere with their sons' growing intimacy. The mother and one of the dads die yadda-yadda, and it's fifteen years later and the brothers are living a life of bliss in the family home (which has the exact same furniture from fifteen years before and everything still looks brand-spanking new like it was just delivered from Roche-Bobois that morning. They even have the same damn Volkswagen Beetle in the driveway.)
Anyway, what's a love story without conflict, adversity and drama, right?. Well, get ready for this, younger brother gets an opportunity to train for the Olympics in Russia (he's a swimmer, natch) which would mean the brothers' first separation!. Oh well, woe is effing me! Rich beautiful people suffer too, I guess. The older brother (the doctor, natch.) is "so consumed by younger bro's absence that he goes to a dance club and drinks a bit more than he should and flirts with a woman!!! He even gets into a heavy petting session with said woman until his guilt and a suddenly noticed engagement ring, I forgot to mention that the brothers got engaged to each other before the big separation, puts a halt to the only potentially interesting development in the film. Anyway, the big problem is solved with a plane ticket to Russia and a surprise reunion. The End.
I feel better now, thank you!
In the first half the brothers are 12 and 6, or whatever, and we get to see, over and over, how close they are, perhaps *too close*. The mother and fathers, (the brothers are half-brothers. Cop-out!) express concern, but being the sophisticates that they are, decide not to interfere with their sons' growing intimacy. The mother and one of the dads die yadda-yadda, and it's fifteen years later and the brothers are living a life of bliss in the family home (which has the exact same furniture from fifteen years before and everything still looks brand-spanking new like it was just delivered from Roche-Bobois that morning. They even have the same damn Volkswagen Beetle in the driveway.)
Anyway, what's a love story without conflict, adversity and drama, right?. Well, get ready for this, younger brother gets an opportunity to train for the Olympics in Russia (he's a swimmer, natch) which would mean the brothers' first separation!. Oh well, woe is effing me! Rich beautiful people suffer too, I guess. The older brother (the doctor, natch.) is "so consumed by younger bro's absence that he goes to a dance club and drinks a bit more than he should and flirts with a woman!!! He even gets into a heavy petting session with said woman until his guilt and a suddenly noticed engagement ring, I forgot to mention that the brothers got engaged to each other before the big separation, puts a halt to the only potentially interesting development in the film. Anyway, the big problem is solved with a plane ticket to Russia and a surprise reunion. The End.
I feel better now, thank you!