Two things sit at the center of this documentary, Tomer's bond with his mother Noa, and his growing relationship with Andreas. Noa is struggling with the fact that one by one her children have packed up and left the country she and her family dedicated themselves to building, and Tomer is the only one still around after his parents split. That makes her grip on his life tighter than he probably wants. On the other side, when Andreas eventually makes the move to Tel Aviv, he is not just stepping into a new relationship, he is walking into the complicated day-to-day reality of living in Israel while carrying his own personal history as a German citizen.
Genuinely, I am still not sure what this documentary was trying to be. The whole thing reeks of self-indulgence. Tomer himself offers nothing particularly interesting to chew on and spends most of the film hiding behind his handheld camera rather than actually letting anyone in. What you get is a lopsided peek into his life with almost no depth behind it. There are bits and pieces showing Noa's situation, including the kids coming back when she ends up in hospital, but even that feels thin. The actual love story between Tomer and Andreas, how it grew, why it worked, what it meant, barely gets touched. You never find out how their families or the people around them feel about their relationship or their sexuality, which feels like a pretty glaring hole. Nothing really happens across the entire runtime. You keep watching because you assume at some point something worth watching will show up, and it never does. Andreas spends his screen time reciting poetry and tossing out philosophical ramblings while basically being Tomer's biggest fan, and that is genuinely all there is to it. An absolute waste of time, start to finish. (1/10)

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