What's worse than watching paint dry? Watching 2 moderately hot young trendy gay guys endlessly wandering around deserted arid beaches, frequently naked and having pretty explicit but surprisingly un-erotic sex (including an unexpected "solo" performance), while the incredibly immature, insecure, and seriously neurotic half of the couple drones on and on endlessly about all the ways he's been trying to sabotage the relationship. With the sound off, it would be like watching a sterile nature documentary coolly observing the random sex lives of two human males. The incredibly inept film-making leaves the entire experience cold and distant - there is no attempt to involve the viewer and make them care about the characters and the outcome. It was so boring that I spent most of the time wondering where in the heck their necessary copious amounts of fresh water and food was coming from, and how on earth they were magically managing to keep a mobile phone charged in the absolute middle of nowhere! And I wonder how quickly the uber-trendy hair-styles sported by the guys are going to seriously date the look of the picture in years to come.
Review of He Loves Me
