Futuro Beach

A long and slow exercise in tedium, this gay themed film is divided into three chapter headings and set between the differing cultures of Brazil and Germany. The slight story, which had the potential to be so much more never uses dialogue when a visual will do. This is in no way meant as a compliment to the cinematography which is actually just journeyman work. Rather the film is full of so called ‘evocative’ imagery much of which is just pointlessly extended at the expense of anyone actually saying anything. There are endless shots of nothing in particular like the sea, wind turbines, a plane in the sky, seagulls hovering, people walking, people staring, people bonking. Get the picture? Good, because the picture is all you get from this ambiguous and often irritating angst ridden drama. Occasionally a scene threatens to become interesting (chapter 3 promises the most) but before you know it we are back to the cinematic equivalent of watching paint dry. The gay market is catered for with much shirt less ness and sex, but anyone expecting any kind of relationship to be explored meaningfully are watching the wrong movie. The leads also lack charisma, so by the time the unsatisfyingly ambiguous ending finally arrives, any discerning audience member will already be contemplating what they are going to do next.