In keeping with her previous movie, Claire of the Moon, director Nicole Conn has included plenty of smoldering glances, lots of walking on the beach, smoking and drinking, and inane dialog (more like narration in this instance, as well as the puzzling question of whether, in spite of the apparent attraction, these women actually like one another). Some segments are absolutely lovely, but the movie is disjointed above and beyond the intended feel of vignettes. The stereotypes of 19th century rebel-without-a-cause butch/femme roles make the characters painfully predictable and the lack of plot a given. On the other hand, if the intended purpose of viewing is to watch impeccably dressed, beautiful women kissing and undressing, look no further.