Choose love, choose heartbreak, choose being a love junkie and a comedown that tears you apart. It’s more than life; Butterflies is a raw, real dive into recovery.
A black romantic comedy about a support group of heartbroken romance addicts attempting to piece their lives back together and end the cycle of falling in love then falling flat on their arse. Set in a Monday night support group tucked away in a Scottish community centre (after the karate class). Dave, the kind of recovering addict who thinks he knows better than everyone else, but a lovely man bar that, hosts Romantics Anonymous.
His group therapy sessions delve into the tangled webs of romance addiction and the courageous pursuit of healing. But from the first day she walks through the door, Millie catches Stirling’s eye despite his commitment to romantic sobriety. And he’s not the only one falling off the wagon.
One member ghosts another innocently enough by dying prematurely. Another, Scotland’s most homophobic homosexual, comes out of the closet (and the gay community may want to put him back in). And others frustratingly return to the same harmful relationship that sent them to the meeting in the first place. There’s a fake pregnancy, an affair, a few tears and a full-on swingers party. Some of the group do though, just about, make it through. Young hearts run free.
Butterflies is darkly funny and hilariously sad and almost as intoxicating as the early throes of romance itself. It has a fiercely Scottish edge to a sometimes-beautiful story. For anyone who’s ever been burned by love, and dared to try again, this is for you.
