Joan Bantallé is "Carlos" a teacher with a fondness for late night cruising. It's on one such night that he encounters his much younger student "Toni" (Aimar Vega) . Their backseat shag soon turns into something more substantial, at least for the younger man. The elder finds old habits die hard... The story starts off following a pretty well trodden path but when "Carlos", as it turns out rather mistakenly, invites a few of his young lover's friends back for a drink things suddenly take a turn for the macabre. It's all pretty surreal, this, to be honest. The production is basic as is the really ropey dialogue and the ending peculiar amongst any examples of gay cinema I (or likely you, too) will ever have seen. The motto ought to be - "beware the lover scorned". Interesting concept this - but it's all just a bit cheap, not at all cheerful and I really could have been doing with some daylight once in a while, too.
