Nothing But Flowers

This film has one pretty fundamental flaw in the storyline that I really struggled to get past. We start off with the scene of two (perfectly manscaped) men waking up in the morning, looking the ideal couple. "Ash" (Hayden Vaughn) and "Max" (August Medina) appear the epitome of coupledom. Problem? Well it seems that "Max" has been applying to universities and has been accepted at one in New York. Now that's not exactly round the corner and "Ash" doesn't fancy that very much so the film shows us the death knells of their relationship interspersed with the backstory of how they met and fell in love. Now I don't know about you, but if I had been in a loving relationship with someone, living together, etc. - then I don't think I'd be applying for life changing opportunities in isolation. I'd be discussing it with "Ash", planning, sharing - arguing. I am afraid that the fait accompli way in which this entire story is underpinned is just irritating. Thereafter the melodrama and mediocre quality of both the acting and the writing just bored me. It plays to stereotype for much of the time, and although it (and they) look good, the whole thing is just overly contrived. It's quite short, which is a bonus - but not really enough of one to rescue this from the doldrums of insipidness. Sorry, pretty - yes, but not very good.