Grieving over the death of his ‘best friend’, lovely Ben Whishaw finds himself compelled to make contact with his friend’s mother. Two problems – mum doesn’t speak English, nor does she know the exact nature of her son’s relationship with Whishaw’s character. Enlisting the help of a young translator, he tries to bridge the gap.
It’s a gentle exploration of outside-ness and how sometimes things are half-said, not said at all or wilfully misunderstood, whether related to the theme of culture, sexuality or even family relationships.
The film contains some lovely, very touching scenes – I’m just not quite sure that they all hang together properly in the end.