An overambitious, scholarship student finds his place when he begins an unusual friendship with a depressed steel magnate. However, when both men fall a lonely primary school teacher, they must decide which relationship is more important.

The logline seems to cast the woman in the tired so-last-century trope of the compliant, passive love object. ?Doesn't she have a vote in terms of defining her own love life? ?Isn't she entitled to be the agent of her own destiny, to decide by herself for herself which relationship is more important? ?Or none at all: why would she want to get involved with either of them?

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