So many sprawling, beautiful, and warm stories about growth and change are hampered by their unwillingness to explore just how gay they really are. This film should have ended with (or included) a coming-out of the main character, even if only to herself, and yet...
And yet that was never going to happen. Maybe it's just not that type of film, or maybe there's something else going on (Greta........pls I'm begging you) but the self-reflection in the film is most certainly of a different ilk.
A few moments of Peak Lesbianism:
- The early montage with her and her "friend" where they talk about their life story and joke about how everyone thinks they're together.
- The whole dinner scene: her total disinterest, and her abject gay horror when she thinks that sex might be on the table.
- Her buzzer noise when she's touched by a man. Iconic Lesbian Move.
- The guy she "ends up" with is a mutual beard if ever I saw one. I'm more butch than he is.
- "This is the best night I've had since Sophie dumped me."
Look. This is a lesbian love story (or at least a lesbian self-love story--Sophie isn't very nice). Trouble is, the director doesn't seem to realize this. Or at least he doesn't allow the story to organically go where it wants to.