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 ...
This is an apt case of a novel concept going horribly wrong for various reasons. Execution, acting, message conveyed.. just about everything. Plus the film was probably made on a very small scale and it could be seen. Among various sub plots, the main story is about Frank who loses his partner of 12 years John. After his death he realizes that John had been writing diaries ever since he was a kid. He starts reading the diary and decides to o and visit John's birth place to see if he can trace his roots. But no one there knows about John. Frank ends up meeting a guy called Trevor who lives with his grandmother in the small town since his parents are dead and they instantly get attracted to each other. Trevor offers help and says he will ask his grandmother who eventually also says she knows nothing. Time goes on . Frank and Trevor are getting more involved with each other and in the same time Frank is discovering things about John which he did not know including the fact that he ha...