New Yorker Ben (writer/producer/director/editor Matt Fifer, who looks very much like pornographic actor Calvin Banks) is experiencing - 'enjoying' would perhaps be too strong a word - a life involving copious amounts of sex with both men and women when he meets Sam (writer Sheldon D Brown). The two immediately connect on an emotional level, helped not only by their shared physical difficulties - Ben has a mysterious illness while Sam wears a colostomy bag - but also because both have experienced unthinkable, traumatic events in their past. The relationship continues through introductions to parents and meetings with friends, and the film concludes with both young men about to share secrets with their respective parents. As far as the acting is concerned, Brown provides a good naturalistic performance. Fifer also aims for naturalistic, but unfortunately his effort involves drawling his speech so much that at times I could not understand what he was saying, with the result I worried I had missed vital plot points, such as a full explanation of his traumatic experience and what was the precise nature of his illness. There is not a massive amount of plot, but what there is adequately fills the 96 minute running time. I am not sure the film is particularly memorable, but it is a pleasant character piece and was certainly worth watching at least once. Seen, remotely, as part of the 2020 London Film Festival.
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A New York love story that toes the line between narrative and doc with two actors reliving parts of their own experiences.
December 28, 2021