This is a film about the sexual awakening of Peter to feelings of homosexual desire. Or so the film begins, then gets muddled by the direction that becomes needlessly over-dramatic, without focus, getting dispersed by various stylistic devices that hamper our involvement. A lot of flashbacks, but with no defined spine in the story the love story starts seeming more like an infatuation, an uninspired menage, as if being a gay couple involves little more than sipping wine, watching TV, culinary delights and a lot of candles. This is so stereotypical, and unconvincing for someone who is in his thirties and discovers his true sexuality. Then the plot does not help with the heavy-handed noir feeling of the crime by-plot and Peter's family romance. It proves too much for all its stylistic swiftness, and it's a bit of a shame because all the actors are good, the two leads have chemistry in the beginning and the breath-song that occurs thrice in the soundtrack is really really innovating. It's like a distant relative of von Trier's "Element of crime" in its style, where it should have been more socially oriented, and not leaving the social and racial tensions underplayed, obvious, or overreacting.
Review of Keillers park
