
Lilies Not for Me

In 1920s England, a gay novelist and his psychiatric nurse form an unlikely friendship over a series of doctor-prescribed "dates." Through their conversations, he tells her the story of his relationship with an old friend which spiraled out of control when they turned to a risky procedure to cure themselves of their forbidden feelings for one another.
An incredibly intense piece of work—its cinematography is serene and dazzling, each frame breathtakingly beautiful. And yet, the story behind it is so raw and bloody, so brutally exposed, that it truly induces a visceral discomfort. The more you think about it, the more chilling it becomes.
It’s a kind of disappointment and pain that goes far beyond something like "Plainclothes" — a level of revulsion you wouldn’t have imagined. The film’s visuals and storytelling absolutely deserve praise. Though the dual timelines aren’t a novel device, they’re executed with precision, and from beginning to end, it’s just heartbreak.
The four lead actors are all outstanding, each role performed with striking nuance—definitely worth noting. All in all, it’s a film with remarkable quality, but the story is just too cruel… I really don’t dare dwell on it any further.
Sigh… Though we are lucky enough to live in a way advanced time, still, take care, my fellow friends...