Apparently, I’m not used to Art that isn’t at least a little bit pretentious because I initially struggled to enjoy this one. Since I could find no particular fault in the movie I figured the problem must be with me. The plot has many classic elements that make you realize how much effort modern and/ or American movies put into manipulating your emotions. As far as plot twists, no big shockers; just a simple story—that might even be a tad predictable—about growth, both personal and floral. Love and imagination blossom in a delightful British story that’s so sweet it’s almost a fairytale.