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More Love in the Heavens and Earth
on January 4, 2015
This is a wonderful, moving film, directed and acted extremely well. The fact that it is a play with relatively little stage embellishments does in no way detract from the story, as the mind seems capable of filling in all the blanks. The story just takes you in and, from the start, you can't help but be emotionally involved and affected. While it has its painful moments, this film is a joy. The story of an evolving relationship between a gay man and a straight man after a momentary, one-sided tryst is really sensitively portrayed, though I do tend to doubt that a macho construction worker would be given to examining his feelings so adroitly and eloquently. Go along for the ride: what the hell, it is a moving portrayal !
Now I have to add a personal note here (boy, I have taken to doing a lot of these): those who think that the ending is somewhat unrealistic, need to think again. There is more possible under the heavens than you might think. I was involved in a relationship such as this and, while we never spoke the, "L," word, our time together (three years, until his sudden death at forty from pancreatic cancer) was quite affectionate and satisfying. I tend to be pretty independent, so I never hung on tightly, nor created any pressure, allowing him to come and go as he pleased. As he came around, slowly, on his own, over a period of three years, he was free to discover his own feelings toward and need of me. What started as a sexual liaison became, instead, a very affectionate relationship, hidden behind the pretense of sexual desire. By our last months together, it became more about the affection, contact, kissing and stroking (which we did for hours on end, with the increasing frequency of his calls and visits ) and far less about orgasms. Much more macho and gruff than the man in this movie, when time came for, "the talk," he freaked and was not at all able to handle it and so we couldn't put a name on what was happening between us. He couldn't discuss feelings at all. Who knows what might have happened had he lived, but with the frequent visits, I have a lot less cynicism about what is possible. Frankly, I have never been able to move on, and it has been 4 years since he passed. I think I got spoiled.