"To David, of course." All this philosophizing about the nature of art. The lack of cuts, the stage-like apologetics, the homosexual undertones, the bourgeois dialectics -all so self involved and all too personal for the performances. I applaud its existence, but this is a dangerous film. The piece turns on itself. "Small print, big words, no sales."
Filmed as a play, this film has some interesting and inviting aspects but, in some cases, becomes totally unappealing. Sincerly, I wished He kept the two main characters as a couple (as in the play), the supposly case between the professor and one of the boys and the body inside the ark a mystery (the viewers would have to ask themselves: "Is there really a body in there?" - this would create that needed tension).
What’s interesting is that the problems that this movie has-the datedness, the corny dialogue, the occasional Shatner-esque levels of scenery chewing-don’t disappear over its course, they just cease to matter by the time you reach the climax. Legitimately one of the most well structured films I’ve ever seen. Also, you can practically sink your teeth into the homoerotic tension between Brandon and Phillip.