For me, this film eventually developed an odd charm, but I suspect many will be less favorable.
Charles Busch portrays a gay nurse at the service of a dying woman in her summer home, although there is nothing
particularly summer home-like about the place. His interpretation is so affected and mannerly that it is
Polly Bergan is charmingly curmudgeonly as the grandmother in her final months. Her character and her
acting style provide much needed relief from Busch’s haughty character, although two minor characters are inserted
for the supposed comic relief.
The young P.J. Verhoest gives us moments of great promise, although he seems to be directed more for a stage
performance than the subtelties of cinema. Indeed, the entire film feels a bit like it is better suited to
The thrust of the theme is the discovery of the proper way to be a gay man. Ironically, the teen
seems to have much more self-confidence in his own budding queer identity than the nurse who insinuates himself
into the boy’s life.