A narrator's voice tells stories, primarily about meeting or being with boys who are almost men. As he talks, we see various boys, usually isolated on a beach, in vacant cityscapes, in rooms or in bed. They take off their jackets, shirts, shoes, and trousers; they wear white Jockey briefs. These portraits are sometimes interrupted by two or three performers who move, speak, dance, and cavort, making sport of male interactions. The narrator's stories become erotically more explicit and more introspective: he discusses Meher Baba's view of the problem of sex; he admits to wanting full control over these youths to be freed from real relationships. Fantasies evaporate. Written by
But not much else to this pseudo-artistic claptrap. As if someone reading bad poetry on the soundtrack and lots of flashy cutting would make up for the fact this is simply a lot of pictures of pretty boys naked, in various states of dress, and sometimes masturbating, but always alone. The boys are very pretty to look at, but that does not make up for the fact that this is nothing more than an attempt to make artsy-fartsy soft-core gay porn flick. Perhaps if the director had used real people instead of gay models this would have been something different. Still, the pseudo-poetry and the actor reading it are pretty awful. The acting and dancing in the non-modeling scenes are equally pathetic.
Decodings, with which it is paired on video, is a similar bit of nonsense without the pretty boys, just a lot of senseless, non-connected stock footage.
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