The dialog is interesting, though the narration is flowery. There are some genuinely interesting interactions going on, though the pacing and organization of thoughts/scenes is so fragmented it never added up to anything for me.
This feels like a filmed play. There's an attempt to explain this--rehearsals for a movie that will never be filmed--but it feels like a cop out. It would have been more interesting to see these characters in context, not just sitting in two chairs at a table on a bare stage. Or endless variations thereof.
This film--as with actual filmed plays--is pretty talky. What action there is feels and looks like play acting, particularly because the sense of a largely empty stage is omnipresent. I'm not sure if I was supposed to be watching actors rehearsing a scene of if I was watching a materialization of the narrator/author's imagination. Or a combination of both.
Now this lack of clarity might be seen as a good thing. Or not. Depending upon your tolerance for ambiguity. What might be of interest to some are discussions of the rift between generations of gay men, and the difficulty for some black men to define their role in life.
I have mixed feelings about the movie. It's definitely ambitious, but it verges on the pretentious. I have no doubt that the author is trying to say something significant, but the message has been obscured by what is really just lazy movie-making. Show it. Don't just say it.
