Movie review of “Honeyglue”: It’s a tale of love in a time of cancer, which fittingly, given that title, is sticky with sentimentality. Rating: 1.5 stars out of 4.

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It’s “Honeyglue,” a romantic drama, which fittingly, given that title, is sticky with sentimentality.

It’s a tale of love in a time of cancer, an indie picture from writer-director James Bird that hits most of the familiar notes for a movie of this kind. (See: 1970’s “Love Story”; 2014’s “The Fault in Our Stars.”)

Doomed good-girl heroine Morgan (Adriana Mather), suffering from a brain tumor, has three months to live. With death looming, she’s determined to make the most of the time she has left. Bird helpfully plugs the ’60s pop hit “Let’s Live for Today” into a key scene just so no one misses the message. There’s a lot of such ever-so-obvious musical underscoring in this movie. For a wedding scene, the soundtrack warbles “I do, I do, I do.”

Movie Review ★½  

‘Honeyglue,’ with Adriana Mather, Zach Villa, Christopher Heyerdah, Jessica Tuck. Written and directed by James Bird. 107 minutes. Rated R for language, some sexuality and drug content. SIFF Film Center.

She gazes admiringly at the rolling surf on a scenic beach. She vamp dances with the strangers at a bar. She gets married on an impulse to a fellow wearing a wedding gown.

Wait. What?

The modern wrinkle on this tried-and-true theme is that her lover is an androgynous young fellow named Jordan (Zach Villa).

He’s a rebel. She, to her uptight parents: “He’s just different. He’s expressing himself.” Her dad, a retired detective, grits his teeth.

He’s an artist. His animated cartoon renderings of a dragonfly (him) enamored of a honeybee (her) illustrate their unconventional love. And, not incidentally, provide the explanation for the movie’s title.

He’s sexually ambiguous, hence his wedding dress on their wedding day. He wears black. The bride wears white.

The gender-bending angle notwithstanding, the picture is as conventional as these stories come.

They are pale lovers in a wan drama, hopelessly in love, fated to utter some pretty hopeless dialogue. She: “I’m not scared of anything anymore.” He: “You’re my realistic fantasy.”

And then there’s this:

He: “My hive is full of honey.”

Sticky, for sure.