The dramatic possibility in To Forget Venice is mostly squandered, despite a strong premise where a gay brother and lesbian sister return home for a visit with their partners. The film is strongest at its midpoint, where at a wedding the siblings recognize how far they are from the norm of small town heterosexuals. They cannot share a dance with their partner, vaguely explain they're unmarried to people they haven't seen since childhood, and longingly look at the happy couple realizing they won't get a day like this. But instead of fleshing out these characters or their romances, the film instead focuses too much on their ailing opera singer mother. It's totally unwilling to show gay affection, suggesting this is a cowardly as well as a wasted opportunity.
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