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 ...
I had loved the original show to quite a large extent, but I think this sequel, with its paper thin plot is a sequel that should not have been made. In fact, it wasn't even necessary. You sit through grueling 12 episodes of easily 45-55 minutes each, followed by an hour long special episode and I was so glad when I finally was done with it. All this show needed was that special episode, that too cut down to like 30 minutes or so and that's it. There is absolutely no story here. Tharn and Type have been together now for 7 years. Both busy in their career but Type's boss gives him a hard time at work, because of which sometimes there are arguments between the couple. Nothing crazy. Then we suddenly have this new couple Phu and Cir as their neighbors, who really add nothing to the plot, but hey are just there. We meet Fiat, a basketball player, who when he hurts himself, is being treated by Type as Physical therapist and becomes obsessed with Type and eventually becomes the bi...