The handsome look of this film shot widescreen in Cuba on 35mm made it easy to feel immersed in this tale of love, attachment, and youthful aspirations. The attractiveness and natural acting of the three amateur leads doesn’t hurt. But the plot is stretched too thin, and melodrama and fatalism eventually upend the film’s energy and the empathy generated by the characters and their desires.
I had some trouble the first time getting through Edgardo Castor’s gay art movie from Argentina, but now after having watched it three times, and crucial scenes more than that, I’m convinced that it’s closer to a masterpiece.
It’s a testament to the intelligence and seriousness of co-directors James Franco and Travis Matthews that I don’t know where to begin talking about this galvanizing and quite radical hour-long gay-sex-explicit experimental film.