Last Summer

I think there may be a sweet 20-minute short buried somewhere in this muck. WAY too fucking much "art" for the paucity of actual material. Endless--both in number and in length--close-ups of faces, all manner of stuff, and loads of other odd shots where you're not entirely sure what you're looking at. And more self-conscious voiceovers than dialogue. Then there are the video montages to (too many) pieces from Schumann's "Scenes from Childhood", played on an out-of-tune upright...subtle.

Gays have to stop rating movies highly just because cute boys are in love with each other in them. The first four minutes of this are literally close-up shots of walls, and it doesn't improve much after that. The rest of the movie consists mostly of interminable shots of people doing nothing. While that may be representative of small-town living, it doesn't make for a good movie.

Beautiful, understated, captivating, romantic, breathtaking.