A group of friends take a daytrip to the country. They are the usual gang, but not like they used to be. The shadow ofregret hangs in the air. Long conversations: about nothing, about life, about how the ideals of youth were always put off for another day. They talk about anything they can, but hide almost everything that happens. I love you all tells the story of five friends in their thirties who look at themselves with disappointment: disappointment at seeing that the future is here and who we are is not who we wanted to be.—Luciano Quilici