There are two text screens at the start of this six minute film, presumably they set the scene and indicate the theme of what we will see in the next few  minutes.  Unfortunately this is in Spanish (it could be Portuguese, or something else, I don't know) it is untranslated, which given the seriousness of this short "fly-on-the-wall"  film is very annoying.  The spoken dialogue is subtitled.  Chemsex has been analysed and commented on a lot, mainly expressing sensible warnings, some have celebrated it, and sometimes the facts have been wrong.  Not being able to comment from fully understanding the point of this film, I do want to say that the man doing the "philosophical rant" was either a high as a kite and therefore generous or foolish enough to expose himself as a self-obsessed and selfish egoist, or he was giving an excellent portrayal of one.  If the point is drugs make you boring and lacking in judgement, it's neatly and economically done.

I want to say, "terrific", because it's a well-acted and well-constructed little morality tale, but it's spoiled  by being a bit pretentious, I'm sorry but if the director could just have reigned himself in a bit the directing would have been as good as the acting.  That bloody symbolic yellow bottle …!

Idiotically compelling!  And I whole-heartedly echo the words of TK below, written In Greek? of which I can't read a syllable. I hope it's not insulting. 

(Spoiler alert)  Seemingly innocent looking and an ordinary evening, if you say constant cruising by phone is ordinary, the subject matter, a young creep following and filming from bushes and in cracks of windows, is  unpleasant.  If I am interpreting the final climatic shots correctly then the stalker, or the peeping-tom, the psychology of which type is generally thought to be socially inadequate, a pathological isolate, etc, behaves in a totally uncharacteristic and  admirably heroic manner. I didn't believe it for a second, The reality is,  someone who is that disconnected from society,  I'm afraid to say, is far more likely to remain a prurient witness and continue filming rather than reveal his presence and effect a superb rescue, plus for good measure, administering swift  justice on the perpetrator. But it makes a nice, fairy tale ending.  Irritating, very, because the previous fifteen minutes has been filmed entirely realistically.

An excellent and important documentary.

Beautifully done, artistry and sensitivity in every aspect, nothing done for effect, simply honest, direct and very touching.

An entertaining, witty, sexy, sure-footed, comic, morality tale. What the moral is I'm unsure. Incidentally, it is always cheap when reviewers use something from the work itself to make a barbed joke. But I am going to anyway.  This gay club has an unusually accommodating management and cleaning staff considering the number of mature corpses left about on one afternoon, and they bled a lot, so, clearing up would not be tidy.  Finally, and not intending any disparagement of the other actors who all give good performances, the actor playing the "soul-sucker" besides creating a finely judged, villain in the middle of all comedy characters, provided much of the entertainment, by being devastatingly hot.  We watch him like a leather rent-boy, posing outside, one foot behind him against the wall, smoking, silk-scarf knotted at his throat, then the camera stays in close on his face as he leads his victim to his doom. The screen positively pulses with sexual tension etc. or is that just me?

This atmospheric and melancholy short is very well made, it has deeply considered choices everywhere, casting, location, music, editing, all feel strong and confident.  But what it actually is I couldn't say, apart from it's very sad.  Perhaps that's what it is, a filmic poem about separation which isn't meant to be comprehensible. Otherwise the conclusion would be that it's compelling but pretentious twaddle which personally, I would not like to conclude as it's not very nice. 

An affirmation of the human spirit, a story so sad, so hopeless, it transcends criticism.

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"If you can't say something nice, say nothing."  Sadly, that is lying by omission, and it has never helped me.  So, it will be heart-breaking for any artist to read this review: sincere, passionately well-intentioned, ambitious, and completely lacking in any of the skills required to achieve it.