Being at Home with Claude

I rented this film to see Jaques Godin, who was so great in "Salut Victor." This is a very different film and role. Edgy and aggressive, this dark psychological drama centers around the confession by a street hustler of the brutal and puzzling murder of his lover. Godin's performance is aggressive, rapid fire and dynamic. It's often apparent when a film is an adaptation of a play and it so it is with this one. While black and white flashbacks effectively illustrate the details of the confession, the focus is on the dialogue and writing. For American viewers the images are just different enough to be intriguing.

I love the fact that this is not your regular hollywood movie, and I love movies based on theater plays.

This one, I hate it. Because It could be a great piece of art. But the actor just couldn't carry all the work, passion, and feelings of his character. Most of his perfomance feels just so amateur-ish.

I mean this type of films aren't made to let you walk out feeling good or happy, it is suppossed to make you think and talk about what you just saw. But this one only makes you think in all the marks who missed.

Being the story of why he killed his friend and lover, this film presents a possible altruistic reason for what appears to be a cold-blooded murder. Believe it or not, like it or not, some people want to die and we don't know about Claude, but his lover grants the unvoiced desire. The cop to whom he tells his story understands. Very similar to 'Prick Up Your Ears' though very different at the same time. If you're sick of Hollywood's predictable view, see this Canadian movie.

Very dark side of of the gay genre, but certainly not unbelievable. I'm sure this is not the first film about killing the one you love... and It will not be the last. Mr. GoodBar comes to mind, but he was just a nut out to get his jollies at the right moment.

As Yves tells the inspector,'you cannot explain it in words, it doesn't work, the feelings cannot be described as one thinks them'.

We do not get to have a deeper evaluation of Claudes psyche. So we have to look at the words Yves is trying to tell us. " It was so beautiful, (the sex) that we brought it to the end at least 13 times and we both knew it could not be topped... you see Claude looking into Yves eyes with a bittersweet look, as Yves picks up the knife which has fallen next to Claudes head, Claude shifts his eyes to the knife and you get a fleeting glimmer of understanding in Claudes eyes but he does not try and defend him self, but as Yves puts it 'he kept holding on to me'.

You walk away from this movie,which was played-out in a judge's chamber-thinking you didn't like it, but later it grabs you and makes you think!

(It was a play before being a movie) and has that feeling. It must have been dynamic on stage.

Halfway decent gay movies are hard to find, and I cannot imagine what Hollywood would have done with this flick, but, if you can take the heavy darkness of this movie it will leave you thinking... about the obsessions of love and how it can deform your psyche.

Actually the only thing that really bothered me about this movie, was the title.

Roy holds the centre stage, and the audience in his hand, for over 30 mins for his performance as Yves in this production, the emotions are portrayed sensitively and with depth. Watch it, you won't be disappointed and it will leave you speechless.