Loose Cannons

Location, location, location.

Who are these magical people who live in old-worldy stone mansions down little Italian village laneways, near idyllic beaches? The movie was glorious to watch for the locations alone. A runaway bride walking up ancient steps in a decaying farm house, hot woman speeding down cobblestone roads; I swear there wasn't one main road in the whole damn place.

Still, for all this beauty I was a little unfulfilled. Except I loved that when Tommaso came out he was pronouncing himself as a writer. That is what defines him. Not being gay. Nice twist. When his gay mates turn up it wasn't the catalyst I was expecting. They came they went. Where was the showdown between his boyfriend and his new lady friend. Did he realise, upon witnessing his friends' ocean dance routine, he had headed down the wrong path and needed to refocus on who he was? I couldn't not tell what his triggers were.

To solve everyone's problems there was a blending of past and present where everyone dances at his grandmother's wedding 50, 60 years ago. Everyone's happy - in a beautiful location. What the hell is going on?

And nana wasn't really a loose canon - except where she OD on cakes. Brilliant. That showed 'em.