The Edge of Love

I only want to talk about three things which I love about The Edge of Love in my review. So if you want a detailed plot analysis, you won't find it here. And if you want a balanced discussion on the film's flaws (of which, admittedly, there are many; not least of which is the creative license taken with Thomas's life), you won't find it here either. So why do I love this film? Here are the reasons ...

1. It is one of the few films that actually explores a complex female friendship, over and above the male characters. Ask yourself this question: how many films actually do this? I think there is a tendency to portray women's relationships with each other in a strictly bitchy and competitive mode, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable when I watch these types of movies. The Edge of Love actually depicts the nuances of female friendship beyond this limited model, which is a nice change.

2. The film is just beautiful. This is a stylised film, but shot so beautifully and evocatively, that it made me want to visit Wales - or perhaps the fantasy-Wales that the film portrays. I love films that give me a sense of place and that construct their own intimate aesthetic world.

3. The clothes. Need I say more? Well, perhaps a few more words; tailored shirts, sweet skirts and cardigans, flawless makeup and rain-boots. It's just all too pretty. I don't care if this sounds superficial - sometimes superficiality is needed. When you're stuck at home most of the time, looking at the same four walls while trying to churn out another chapter, you tend to appreciate beautiful surface images and well-dressed people a little more.

I hope I have tempted you to see it ...