Harry is a young gay man, prowling gay bars and London streets but somehow doesn't fit there. He has a huge birthmark on his face in the shape of Madagascar. He flees from there and seats himself at a beach living in some abandoned car. By pure. Luck he meets an older man Flint, whom he discovered on the beach, who is neck deep buried in the sand. Flint takes Harry to an abandoned shack where Harry nurses Flint back to health and the two slowly become acquainted. As Flint fantasizes aloud about a woman in a bikini, Harry has his own sexual daydreams about his companion. And Brandon events happen which make absolutely no sense, until, one night, out of the blue, Flint makes a sexual proposition to Harry. And by the end of the film, the two men are jubilant lovers hopping up and down with glee as they bundle together inside a single sweater.
The film has a whole lot of nothing to it. A gay amen mets an older straight man and the two hate the world and find love with one another. Its just bizarre, to be honest. Harry is self-pitying while Flint is jubilant guy. I am not sure if the point was you can find love in the most unlikeliest of places with unlikeliest of people. Because that sure does happen in this film, even though I couldn't care less for the characters. The only scene worth mentioning is when Harry goes on and on about how he hates good looking young people. I am not sure how and why this film got so much good press (probably because of two strong lead actors), but this was just not my idea of a good romantic gay love story. I will have to strongly pass on this one. (2/10)
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