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 a really, really bad movie. If you look at the cover or the way it's marketed, you might think it's going to be a funny watch, but don't let that trick you. It’s a very amateur attempt at telling a super simple story. The plot follows Bruce and Joey, a couple who have been together for nine months and are getting ready to celebrate their very first Christmas as a pair. Everything changes when Bruce discovers that his parents are planning to drop in for a surprise visit. Joey quickly finds out that Bruce is totally freaked out by this because he isn't out to them yet, and it doesn't help that his parents are actually priests in a church. Now, Bruce is stuck having to pick between his boyfriend and his mom and dad. To hide the relationship, Joey moves into the apartment next door with a neighbor who is a drag queen while Bruce tries to keep his parents entertained. Eventually, the parents stumble across a photo of Bruce and Joey together and they completely lo...