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England in den 1920ern. Der Schriftsteller Owen landet wegen seiner Homosexualität in der geschlossenen Psychiatrie. Bei einer Reihe ärztlich verordneter „romantischer Verabredungen“ entsteht eine tiefe Freundschaft mit der Krankenpflegerin Dorothy, der er sich langsam öffnet und seine Geschichte erzählt: Wie er erst glaubte, Frieden und Glück mit seiner großen Liebe Philip gefunden zu haben – und zu spät erkannte, wie tief dessen Selbsthass wirklich saß. Mit einer brutalen, riskanten Operation wollte Philip seine verbotenen Gefühle zügeln – und Owen sollte das Messer führen.
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An incredibly intense piece of work—its cinematography is serene and dazzling, each frame breathtakingly beautiful. And yet, the story behind it is so raw and bloody, so brutally exposed, that it truly induces a visceral discomfort. The more you think about it, the more chilling it becomes. It’s a kind of disappointment and pain that goes far beyond something like "Plainclothes" — a level of revulsion you wouldn’t have imagined. The film’s visuals and storytelling absolutely deserve praise. Though the dual timelines aren’t a novel device, they’re executed with precision, and from beginning to end, it’s just heartbreak. The four lead actors are all outstanding, each role performed with striking nuance—definitely worth noting. All in all, it’s a film with remarkable quality, but the story is just too cruel… I really don’t dare dwell on it any further. Sigh… Though we are lucky enough to live in a way advanced time, still, take care, my fellow friends...
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