A gentle tale. Three very different sisters come home for the funeral of their mother. Julie Walters the organiser and bossy mother figure, married to long suffering Tom Wilkinson ; Joanne Walley the doctor who longs for marriage and her long lost son; and Victoria Hamilton, scatty, unbelievably immature, self-obsessed and high on drugs, who severely tries the patience of everyone in turn. John Hannah is Joanne's married boyfriend, while Victoria's unseen beau is in Spain.
In the days leading up to the funeral, past secrets and desires are revealed, while the spirit of mother (a glamorous, dreamy and very believable Patricia Hodge) wafts in and out to talk to Joanne Walley when she is alone. There are episodes of sadness as long held dreams are shattered, and humour as the sisters prepare for the funeral, such as the time they all dress up in mother's old clothes and collapse in helpless laughter while drowning their sorrows in gin. And there are mishaps with the vicar and eventual funeral.
The music is gentle, the scenery beautiful, and all the stars are first rate. Completely absorbing.