In what amounts to an apprentice/art-house debut pic, Mexican writer/megger Julián Hernández follows a few days in the life of a young gay drifter as he searches for sex, affection, tru-love, the works in a series of artfully designed vignettes. The film is indebted (that’s the polite word) to debut films like Gus Van Sant’s MALA NOCHE/’85 with a few sideways glances at Pasolini’s nauseating mix of Bach & violence. You can’t miss seeing Hernández’s multiple talents behind the camera, he’s a natural working with his young cast and his eye for apt street locations throb with life & anxiety. But with the exception of a lovely sequence spent looking for an old soundtrack album, Hernández seems oblivious to just how threadbare his modest plot & character lines have become.
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