A Bronx Story

Twenty minutes wasted apart from being able to watch a couple of truly goodlooking guys on screen, sometimes nude.

Whoever wrote the synopsis is having a laugh. If this is "negotiating life" everyone in the world would be dead. What it was was a series of scenes - there is no dialogue at all in the film - of one of the two lovers ogling other guys in various situations with an implied recognition that he is getting off with them. The rest of the film consists of overlong shots of the lovers at home after eating, sex, telly, coming home.

Really, this short film said nothing and did nothing. I only watched to the end because of the physicality of the guys who were utter hunks. That's why there are two stars and not one.

Not bad, not good.

Handsome Dominican guys in Bronx, images of couple routine from talks, sex on kitchen floor, atraction about other guys, the way to job and nothing more.

And, in strange manner, it is enough this presumed essay, improvisation of simple exhibitionism. Crumbs from your ordinary life and this kind of homosexual short film acceptable including for heterosexual couples, few good tea spoons of melancholia and the life without purpose.

Reproches ?

Why ? I suppose, being East European, it is enough for me a sort of this film like a jazz evening, inspiring a state, not offering or real suggesting a story. So, in strange way, correct.