Love Me Anyway

The basic problem of story is its status of sketch, having all tools to be a seductive portrait of love, marriage crisis, loneliness and expectations, relation between brothers and saphic romance.

But it is crafted only as chain of suggestions, offering not bad perspectives about ordinary aspects from near reality but remaining far by coherence expected scene by scene.

No doubts, it is beautiful but it seems covered in mist . And this fog-mist-smoke works in many cases but not in this.

A saphic idilla, a man fighting for reconquest his wife, his brother in a presumed relation with handsome surfer ( not far himself by serious doubts about sexual identity ) and dialogues as a sort of islands.

Is it just enough ? Maybe, in not much measure.