As far as templated queer cinema goes, Stephan Lacant's Free Fall (Freier Fall) pushes to the more muscular end of the spectrum. Its two stars, Hanno Koffler and Max Riemelt are hot enough to get even the most asexual gay man through the film's 100 minutes, and it is shot well enough to abate some of the guilt at having bought tickets off the back of their good looks alone.
Lacant builds in some intrigue in the forcefulness of the initial seduction and the sexual tension is palpable throughout. The emotional connection takes a little longer to make itself known and when it does the fallout tumbles away into woe-is-me territory. It has its moments though. The affair's first big unveiling is one of the best, Lacant packs his punch in with just an elevator door and a couple of steely looks from mother.
Fifteen years ago I would have eaten this film alive. Nowadays, the self-hating homo schtick feels too distant. It's obviously alive and well in Baden-Württemberg where Free Fall takes place and I have no doubt that the film will strike a chord with the next generation of young "manly" gays in the world's suburban backwaters. For me though, this is little more than a cinematic flick through a copy of Men's Health. Lots to look at but emotionally insubstantial. I'd prefer it with a little more heart.
★★★
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Free Fall screened as part of the 2014 Melbourne Queer Film Festival.
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