BROKEBACK NEO-NAZI may sound like a gag, a Hollywood pitch too far, but that’s what we’ve got in this reductio ad absurdum tale about a blooming gay romance inside a Danish fascist cell of right-wing white supremacists. But just how surprised should we be? Heck, how surprised should they be? With all the leather paraphernalia & chrome motorbikes, the nude swims and S&M-tinged male-bonding games, these boys should be grabbing pints at the local gay fetish bar. (‘Lars, do I put my red paperback copy of MEIN KAMPF in my right or left back pocket?’) Thure Lindhardt & David Dencik act very serious as the army washouts who fall in lust between bouts of brick throwing & anti-immigration rallies, but they seem too smart (too nice?) to be so blinded to the consequences of their actions. The director, Nicolo Donato, who also co-scripted, has a good eye for casting, but the film is too conventional, and far too sentimental, for its own good. In Hollywood, it’s the height of dramatic irony when the Neo-Nazi turns out to be a self-loathing/self-denying Jew; here, he’s gay. But any way you slice it, it’s still kvatch.
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