This really is everything I hate about gay film.
The characters are so removed from reality, living in a pretentious, rich, privileged world that it is truly irritating. The main character is such an example of self-indulgence that he is truly unlikable. Who actually lives like this in London? It feels like a very American, out of touch nonsense film that it really isn't worth bothering with.
Presumably, you are supposed to feel sorry for the main character, but the truth is you don't.
This really isn't Levy's greatest achievement. It could have been so much better, instead you've ended up with a rich, arty type's idea of something that is supposed to be relatable, but instead is absolute tosh that is, at best, irritating to watch.
The characters are so removed from reality, living in a pretentious, rich, privileged world that it is truly irritating. The main character is such an example of self-indulgence that he is truly unlikable. Who actually lives like this in London? It feels like a very American, out of touch nonsense film that it really isn't worth bothering with.
Presumably, you are supposed to feel sorry for the main character, but the truth is you don't.
This really isn't Levy's greatest achievement. It could have been so much better, instead you've ended up with a rich, arty type's idea of something that is supposed to be relatable, but instead is absolute tosh that is, at best, irritating to watch.