The final film I saw at 2013's Glasgow Film Festival (at 11.15pm - so much fun picking my way across the city at that time on a Friday night!) was 'The Sex of the Angels', a Spanish film about a young (male) student who, hitherto heterosexual, falls for a young (male) dancer. When the student's girlfriend finds out, she is so desperate to keep her man that she agrees to share him with the dancer, for whom she soon starts to develop feelings herself.
It's hard to know what genre the creators were going for with this. Much of the film is a heart-rending drama focusing on the girl's inner turmoil as she struggles to come to terms with her boyfriend's infidelity with another man. But when she starts her own sexual relationship with the dancer, the tone changes - one scene, where both the girl and the student turn up at the dancer's apartment at the same time, descends into a 'Whoops there go my Trousers'-type farce that had the audience in stitches. But it's a watchable film, and all three leads are very easy on the eye - although it's extremely noticeable that whereas the straight sex scenes are pleasingly explicit, the gay ones are very discrete - disappointing double-standards.
It's hard to know what genre the creators were going for with this. Much of the film is a heart-rending drama focusing on the girl's inner turmoil as she struggles to come to terms with her boyfriend's infidelity with another man. But when she starts her own sexual relationship with the dancer, the tone changes - one scene, where both the girl and the student turn up at the dancer's apartment at the same time, descends into a 'Whoops there go my Trousers'-type farce that had the audience in stitches. But it's a watchable film, and all three leads are very easy on the eye - although it's extremely noticeable that whereas the straight sex scenes are pleasingly explicit, the gay ones are very discrete - disappointing double-standards.