A quiet, contemplative, mostly mundane story about a queer young American, a Vietnamese immigrant, and the intersection of their lives. I don’t know if this was the appropriate read of the film, but I detected a sense of mysticism to the immigrant’s story. Was he real or merely a spiritual companion for the young person with bisexual desires and seemingly few other ambitions? This interpretation, correct or not, worked for my viewing. Regardless, “John” took on the status of the main focus of the film while the other boy assimilated back into his life. We are left to explore what happiness means with John, who seems perpetually adrift. Also, the word “shocking” gets thrown around too often, I’m guilty of it as well, but the ending here caught me completely off guard. Even hours after finishing, I’m still not sure what to make of the closing scene.
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