s.’s review published on Letterboxd:
i lost everything i cared for.
it's always been like that.
innovatively shot with rough and out-of-focus images,
dreamy nightly colors, and residual flashback footage;
intertwined with repressed identity, indelible anxiety, and
pain. this film has minimal imagery, which i kind of adore
because you can focus on the reality of the narrative and
its charm, the friendship, and the heartbreaking plea for
gentleness. the final scene is one of my favorite moments
throughout the film, it's haunting, and it truly encapsulates
the feelings of distress and hopelessness.
this film is honest and melancholy because it has a small
fragment of homosexual social history that is privatized at
the stage of a hand-held camera at close range, unable to
transition to a self-liberated underground identity that
shuttles in the dark, looking for a place to live. nowadays,
more and more people choose to perfect themselves. the
storyline is thin and abstruse, and nothing interesting
happens, but the shots, time flow, music, and emotions are
mixed with sorrow and tenderness, making this film lovely