Yikes, but this is all over the shop. For much of the film, I can safely say I had little, if any, idea what was going on. Who/what is real, or not? I have to say that I didn't really care after about ten minutes of this uniquely indulgent nonsense from auteur Andrew Lint. "Matthew" (Antoine Lahaie) takes a shine to cutie Nicolas Endlicher ("Matthias") at the swimming pool where he works. What follows is the dreariest of sexual cat and mouse games peppered with scenes that don't make sense; incoherent photography pretty much across the board (especially the sex) and a dialogue that is almost Neanderthal in nature. I'll admit I never do surreal particularly well, but this is really beyond the pale.