This one falls into that darker corner of gay cinema. There was real potential buried in here, but the execution feels so flat that at points it plays out more like a filmed stage play than an actual movie. It's a dark psychological drama built around a street hustler confessing to a brutal, confusing murder of his own lover. Black and white flashback sequences do a solid job laying out the details of what happened, but the real focus stays on the dialogue and the writing itself. Right at the start, a young hustler has already killed his male lover Claude. Three days go by before he calls the police to turn himself in for the murder. But instead of just reporting it somewhere ordinary, he actually summons the police and the local press directly into a judge's private chambers. Yves has keys to the place, which tracks given what he does for a living, but having the press waiting right outside makes the whole scene look like some elaborate blackmail scheme against the judge. The ...
Whether I like this movie or not is a different question, the answer to which you will find out towards the end; but what I would like to admit that the plot had interesting twists and turns to it. Unlike the name , the film is actually not bad. Bobby is a hustler who supports his dysfunctional mother Sheila. He works for a pimp in a bar through whom he gets his clients. Abe a black guy owes $6k to the pimp because his girlfriend flushed all the drugs that he was supposed to sell. The pimp suggests Abe to take up hustling t pay him off. One day a strange guy named Mr Smith comes and gets Bobby. They don't do anything in the hotel and Bobby gets paid. You feel that this is another one film where client falls in love in hustler but I was wrong. A few other times Mr Smith takes Bobby to basketball games and general hanging out. Bobby is confused as to whats going on but goes with it. On the other hand, Abe goes to this guy , a detective , who is looking for Mr Smith and tells Abe that...