Review: Day of the Flowers
Two sisters go in search of their roots in Cuba, with some help from dreamy ballet star Carlos Acosta.
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Carlos Acosta is one of the greatest ballet dancers of our time; his thighs are taut kegs of gunpowder capable of sending his buttocks soaring into the heavens like a pair of close-formation cannonballs which trace a parabola so graceful and precise you almost forget their explosive potential.
Sadly, his feet remain firmly on the ground in this likeable if underwhelming chick flick which feels lightweight for all the wrong reasons.
The Clyde meets the Caribbean as two mismatched Scottish sisters run off with their father’s ashes in the hopes of giving him a proper burial in his beloved Cuba. Rosa (Eva Birthistle) has inherited some of her father’s revolutionary zeal, which the locals are all too keen to exploit, while her sister Ailie (Charity Wakefield) is more of a materialist, and has her sights set on a holiday that’s more Thomas Cook than Che Guevara.
The pair are quickly separated from the ashes, and each other, and hijinks, as they say, ensue. Ailie ends up with her sister’s discarded companion Conway (Bryan Dick), who has come along for the ride, kilt at the ready, while Rosa is caught between bad boy Ernesto (Christopher Simpson) and good boy Tomas (Carlos Acosta). In other words, Rosa ‘wins’.
The scenery is gorgeous, and so are the men. Acosta is underused, but the camera loves him, and you’ll love him right back. There’s more sensitivity and nuance in his face than in Eirene Houston’s entire script (and more action in his underwear than the Bay of Pigs), but you do get to see him dance a bit, and in his next film I hope he gets the chance to act a bit more too.
GT gives this a 3/5
Day of the Flowers is in cinemas now.
Words: Milo Wakelin