- Director: Daniel Powell; Elizabeth Rohrbaugh
- Writer: Rebecca Drysdale; Daniel Powell
- Producer: Alex Bach; Lyman Creason
American, independent, lesbian dramas really do need to become more distinguishable and less stereotypical. A tight budget should not necessarily mean short shrift with regards to originality.
Let's move away from the hard-drinking, home-wrecking, guitar-playing, instantly-in-love protagonist. Becks is all of these and more, she may sing like an angel...but, that's where those angelic similarities end...for Becks is not the most likeable of characters. Being predatory and [somewhat] parasitical, not exactly redeeming qualities, ensures that any sense of empathy is in short supply.
The film works best when Becks and her mother are together, in her house [her rules]...their conflict is startling, hurtful and truthful...culminating in the mother saying exactly how it is:
Do you think being gay is an excuse for being selfish?
Ouch! But, this is where the film comes alive, a mother who is trying and a daughter who isn't...if only these scenes were as long and as frequent as all the endless snogging...then, Becks would have been a far better film.
After a crushing breakup with her girlfriend, a Brooklyn musician moves back in with her Midwestern mother. As she navigates her hometown, playing for tip money in an old friend's bar, an unexpected relationship begins to take shape.