When a movie kicks off with lines about the Greek gods who “were bored so they invented human beings. They were still bored, so they invented love. Then they weren’t bored any longer. So they decided to try love for themselves. And finally, they invented laughter, so that they could stand it”, you’re waiting to see what unfolds.

Based on Charles Baxter’s novel, Feast of Love dwells on three interlocking plots: that of Harry Stevenson (Freeman) and his wife who lost a son to drug abuse, that of a coffeeshop owner (Kinnear) who lost a wife to a lesbian and that of his young assistant who lost his heart to a lovely girl. Apart from love itself there is another common factor in all their lives, the slight undertone of struggle that accompanies it.

What follows are the many faces of love— love that refuses to be conquered, love that rises after a fall, love that finds itself a place where it belongs, love that knows how precious it is, love that hopes against hope. A real feast!

There’s enough sex and nudity for it to be branded an ‘A’ film and you’ve got to give it to them for handling it all tastefully. The screenplay is filled with some cliched lines, but all universal truths of some sort. There are moments that are touching, some that are plain cute and some that you can see coming, but they all add up to a watchable fare.