Fast Forward

This wordless short seems to tell a life story of a gay man. It was apparently intended as a comedy but it seemed to me to miss that boat.

At first we see the shoes of a teen nervously watching the dancing at a gay bar. Apparently this is his first time in such a place. He sees a young man that he's attracted to but is afraid to approach until he loses the opportunity to another young man.

Next he's older and again he starts to approach a young man only to see that the young man already has a date. Next he's older still and now he must pay for the pleasure of having a young companion. Finally he's so old that he collapses on his way to talk to a young man.

I'm not sure why this was made or what the message may have been, but it seemed a bit sad to me. The film was well made but it seemed to have no heart or at least a cynical one. It seemed to me that this was a tragedy of sorts… a man very quickly growing older but NOT growing in any other way.

The portrait of a ages of a man. From youth to his oldness. The frame - a bar. The basic trait - need of companion. And the refuses or compromises. In essence, a beautiful, touching film. But it seems be only the story of ...a shirt. The same defining each new age. And being the only clue for the evolution of the young man who remains at the status of desire. The virtue of film - the suggested questions. And the atmosphere. And the sadness . And the first disco scene. But, in strange manner, the film is not convincing or touching, having all the elements for that. So, a simple nice short film.

This starts out with a scene that reminded me of the original "Queer as Folk" (1999) drama with a single young man amidst a nightclub scene in which he looks lost, watching the dancers and the couples. A stranger comes and gives him a cigarette and then, as the title suggests, we fast-forward to the same man only moustachioed and older - looking for and rejected by a younger man, then again we advance to when he is quite elderly, has lost his looks and is reduced to funding a younger man - before we see him, finally, back on the same dance floor, quite literally. I'm not at all sure what we are supposed to take from this? The shallowness or fickleness of gay existence? The constant search for youth? Carpe Diem? There's no dialogue so I suppose each to his own but I was left unbothered one way or the other.