Max is gay and as such is sent to Dachau concentration camp under the Nazi regime. He tries to deny he is gay, and gets a yellow label (the one for Jews) instead of pink (the one for gays)....
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In a suburb of London, young Jamie is escaping sport hours, to avoid being the victim of his comrades. Young Ste, his neighbor, is beaten by his father, and comes to sleep overnight. They discover new feelings, sleeping in the same bed.
Max is gay and as such is sent to Dachau concentration camp under the Nazi regime. He tries to deny he is gay, and gets a yellow label (the one for Jews) instead of pink (the one for gays). In camp, he falls in love with fellow prisoner Horst, who wears his pink label with pride.
In response to a previous review, claiming that we've seen the story of the holocaust told from everything but a dog's point of view:
Last time I checked, Hitler had never commanded his troops to raid kennels or stalk the general areas surrounding fire-hydrants to round-up deviant basset hounds or infidel poodles. So it should be a surprise to no one that finally, what we have here in "Bent", is the holocaust experience from the "other victim's" perspective --the unknown number of homosexuals who suffered and/or perished along with the Jewish. Woof. Or does this call for a meow?
Cinematically speaking, our story limps along clumsily until our main character and his cringe-inducing mate are captured by the Nazi henchmen. In other words: Hang in there...unlike Ozzy Osbourne, it makes more sense as it moves along. And I must say, if I were saddled with a whining, Guy Pearce-clone, ballerina-boyfriend... I might be moved to throw him off a train too. Almost everything post-capture is compelling movie-watching: Sad, repugnant, inspiring and most certainly disturbing. Not boring.
For the most part, "Bent" is a love story between two men in dire need and circumstance. Nowhere on screen have I previously witnessed such a convincing and moving portrayal of the bond of love between two gay males. And this feat is pulled off with amazing restraint, zero touch, and nary a spec of eye contact. Bravo to Clive Owen and Lothaire Bluteau, who despite their lack of character development command viewer interest at a consistent and affecting level.
It's no masterpiece for sure, but so what..."Bent" rocks. And it's a film that needed to be made... in spite of Mick Jagger, whose appearance here in cheap, waxy, drugstore lipstick is surely enough to make Milton Berle do 360 in his grave. Now *there's* a woof for ya'...
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