Gay movie wise, among what I’d seen, nothing had left this lingering feeling of nostalgia, grief & consolation like Undertow & Brokeback Mountain. I’m glad I found another one. The image of Clemens Schick starting to swing his hip and move to the classic French pop song, and later hopping on his bike, looking for another way out but finding himself falling in the same emptiness again, has been playing over and over in my head. It reminds me of how much fragile happiness is.
Et j’ai pleuré, pleuré
J’avais trop de peine.