Forgive and Forget Movie Review

Angst-ridden twentysomething Brits struggle with life, love, and homosexuality -- yet again -- in Forgive and Forget, wherein two best friends become torn apart because one of them gets a little close to his girlfriend, spending more time with her and less time with his mate.

It's happened before, sure, but this time the friend causing all the trouble turns out to be gay, and of course he's madly in love with his pal. They fight, they make up, they fight some more, and all the while no one realizes our misunderstood hero is in the closet.

Eventually all of this comes to a head when the gay guy manages to split up his old friend and his woman through a carefully placed admission/allusion to an unauthorized trip to the beach (uh, okay). More surprises ensue when our lowly friend is duped into appearing on a daytime talk show called Forgive and Forget, thinking his old girlfriend wants to get back together with him. Only guess who shows up instead to profess his love!

There's only so much brooding British melancholy one should be expected to suffer through, and the sour pusses on display in Forgive and Forget are as mopey as they come. The actors mumble half-comprehensibly through their scenes, plodding along with this one-note plot interminably until the climactic finale. That every other scene transitions with a horizontal wipe is just more of a nuisance (though it's worth noting that Forget is one of the better movies to be shot on video -- you can tell, but it really doesn't look that bad. Except for those damn wipes). It's hard to care much by the time you get there, but if you manage to stay interested, well, you're a stouter fellow than I.