If the intended tone was “queers do crazy shit for love” and “drugs are bad”, it was OK, maybe pretty good. Otherwise, I dunno what to make of this.
It careens wildly around: is it a domestic abuse drama, is it a serious thriller, is it an unrequited love story, is it a daddy-issues exploration, is it a black comedy, is it an organised crime “caper”, is it some some crazy Lynchian wank fantasy? Sadly it isn’t really any of those things.
Finally, the whole “let’s make it a period piece because you’d never get away with anything like that with modern forensics,” is just lazy writing.
★★★