hibisisis

Song of Love

I have never seen such tender erotica put to screen; it feels like intruding on two people's personal moments, wanting to look away, but also being completely captivated The smoke sharing through the straw, rubbing faces against the wall, the grasping and letting go of the flowers through the barred window, the dream in a field, sexualizing guns, the masturbation dance montage, being intrigued by said masturbation, the way nude bodies rub on each other and are portrayed. Every moment is intimate, unafraid of being erotic, however to call it porn is a gross simplification of the subjects being put to screen. This is a raw look of how sexuality can be both alluring and beautiful at the same time, all wrapped up in a 25 minute, black-and-white package Long live queer cinema