by Douglas
Messerli
Bruno Collins
(screenwriter and director) The Morning After / 2012 [15 minutes]
“You
said you wanted to experiment, try something new. Yes, we had sex. It’s not a
big deal,” reports his new bedmate. But, of course, it is a big deal for Harry,
who literally kicks his overnight lover out, but not before Thom leaves him his
number—just in case.
In British director Bruno Collins’ not
very original story, Harry, like many another man in his situation rushes over
to his former lover Lucy’s (Juliet Lundholm) pad to make passionate love just
prove he’s still heterosexual. Lucy, now married to Jack, is quite delighted by
what some women might describe as almost a rape. And she is disappointed to
hear that Harry is still dating with the obviously less adventurous Jess (Alice
Maguire), who may, in fact, represent one of the many reasons why Harry has
been so eager the night before to “experiment.”
Harry dares to ask her if she’s ever kissed a girl, to which Lucy quickly replies, “Hasn’t everyone?”
“Have you ever
had sex with a girl.”
Lucy’s answer probably surprises him, “Yeah.
Quite a few times.” She continues, “I love cock, especially yours. But a woman
knows what a woman wants.”
Clearly Harry feels that he’s missing out
on something. Returning home, he discovers the telephone number Thom left
behind and tosses it into the trash. A few beers and telly programs later, he
pulls out the paper from his trash can.
The door Harry buzzes frames the face of his
current girlfriend Jess, who loves the romantic movie they watch together: “The
boy gets the girl and they live happily ever after.” As she begins to kiss him
he keeps fantasizing a man kissing him, and he pushes her away, finally running
out as he shouts, “It’s not what I want. I want something else,” presumably
reacting to his fantasies, but actually, we quickly learn, reacting quite
honestly to Jess’ kisses.
He quickly texts Thom and they plan a
meet-up at a local bar. But when he arrives he notices Thom slipping the
bartender the same kind of telephone number he had left behind at his house,
and Harry quickly turns around and walks out. Yet only a bit further down the
street he stops into another gay bar, spotting a very cute boy at the bar, to
whom he sidles up, offering him a drink.
This is a well-made short with cute
actors but says absolutely nothing that hasn’t been recorded in dozens of films
previously and even seems rather outdated given the supposed sexual openness of
the year in which this film was shot. Perhaps we just need to chalk up Harry
and the millions like him as slow learners.
Los Angeles, April
27, 2024
Reprinted from My
Queer Cinema blog (April 2024).
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