Style in search of substance.

Rating: Null/10 (8 November 1998)

The movie is absorbing, for all its images and tableaux, but in the end it wants for a plot.
What's more, I could discern no clear meaning from what little story there was. It was more like an extended music video than anything else, yet it was less sensible than most music videos.
The movie does have something to say about the righteousness of rebelling against a sexually fascist society (read: homophobia). And it is largely pleasantly engrossing and deeply moody, at times almost hypnotic--again, like a music video. I am put in the mind of the "Don't just sing it--be it" sequence at the end of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
However, I can't recommend the film very highly, because it was neither documentary, nor true-story, nor (real) music-concert, forms which could conceivably have excused the lack of a coherent story.
(6/10)