You sure have to be in Canada for social services to entrust a boy under ten to a gay couple. But that sounds so natural that no one can complain, except the bigots and there are not very many around.
The child, Scot, should be pitied through and through. The son of a father he does not know, raised by his mother as a girl, his mother dying of an overdose, or in an accident, no one seems to really know or want to know, abandoned by the second man of his mother to whom she had willed the boy along with her comfortable life insurance. The boy is trapped. But no pity please: we've run out of tissues.
Luckily the stepfather being in Brazil, the boy, Scot, has to be entrusted to someone and that's the brother of that "Brazilian" stepfather, the brother and his boyfriend.
The film is funny because of the disturbance it introduces into the daily life of these two men who have to learn how to take care of a child, of a boy: take him to school, make him socialize, introduce him to sports and the neighbors, teach him how to fight to defend himself and his reputation when he is accused of being gay (with a nice little ugly word for it) and when the men who are taking care of him are also accused of being gay (with another nice little ugly word for it).
Then the film becomes interesting because the boy, Scot, little by little gets tricked and then trapped in his new life without actually denying what he is or what he feels. He learns how not to kiss everyone, especially the boys, or how not to hug everybody, especially the boys, for no reason whatsoever.
Then the rest you'll have to discover. The ending is slightly mushy because the director wants it to be pink and nice, but it is so improbable that we have to suspend our disbelief so much we get vertigo. But that's all right provided you accept the idea that it is supposed to teach the bigots a lesson. But does it really? Entertaining though maybe too rosy to be true. But at times in life we need to believe a dream can be true. So enjoy the fun and relax in the entertaining cinematographic Jacuzzi. And don't you take advantage of the situation: there are little boys watching. So keep your hands on the edge of the pool.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
The child, Scot, should be pitied through and through. The son of a father he does not know, raised by his mother as a girl, his mother dying of an overdose, or in an accident, no one seems to really know or want to know, abandoned by the second man of his mother to whom she had willed the boy along with her comfortable life insurance. The boy is trapped. But no pity please: we've run out of tissues.
Luckily the stepfather being in Brazil, the boy, Scot, has to be entrusted to someone and that's the brother of that "Brazilian" stepfather, the brother and his boyfriend.
The film is funny because of the disturbance it introduces into the daily life of these two men who have to learn how to take care of a child, of a boy: take him to school, make him socialize, introduce him to sports and the neighbors, teach him how to fight to defend himself and his reputation when he is accused of being gay (with a nice little ugly word for it) and when the men who are taking care of him are also accused of being gay (with another nice little ugly word for it).
Then the film becomes interesting because the boy, Scot, little by little gets tricked and then trapped in his new life without actually denying what he is or what he feels. He learns how not to kiss everyone, especially the boys, or how not to hug everybody, especially the boys, for no reason whatsoever.
Then the rest you'll have to discover. The ending is slightly mushy because the director wants it to be pink and nice, but it is so improbable that we have to suspend our disbelief so much we get vertigo. But that's all right provided you accept the idea that it is supposed to teach the bigots a lesson. But does it really? Entertaining though maybe too rosy to be true. But at times in life we need to believe a dream can be true. So enjoy the fun and relax in the entertaining cinematographic Jacuzzi. And don't you take advantage of the situation: there are little boys watching. So keep your hands on the edge of the pool.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU