by Douglas Messerli
Julien Leyre (screenwriter and director) Honeypot
/ 2010 [6 minutes]
It’s late at night. A man, Sam Taylor (Matthew Keating)
stands outside a cottage waiting obviously for a sexual meetup.
An Asian
guy (so the credits designate his role) (Nick Teoh) approaches walking back and
forth several times before Sam in an almost ritual determination of whether or
not it’s safe. Finally, Sam enters the cottage. And soon after the Asian
follows.
Sam is
already at the urinal, and Nick (the name I’ll give him) stands next to him.
Indeed, there are only two urinals in this small men’s room.
Sam
looks over at Nick, and slowly backs away a bit from the urinal and moves slightly
in the other man’s direction. He smiles at Nick, and Nick, a bit more carefully,
smiles back.
Sam’s right
hand goes up his back so that Nick can have a better view of his cock, and Nick
moves his hand toward the other man's penis. But at that very moment, Sam flashes a gold
badge, making it clear he’s a detective, and grabs his hand as if he might cuff
it.
Nick, however, pushes him away, and Sam
pushes back as they manipulate each other around the room, their first somewhat
in violent gestures quickly turning into a real tango as they dance around the
small space, pushing and pulling one another into deep hugs and momentary
clinches before dancing off once more.
Suddenly they stand close, face to face, and
begin to rub their faces against each other, ending in what might be a kiss
before they again return to their pushes and pulls.
Again
they come together, Nick finally pushing Sam to the floor. He follows him down
straddling Sam’s body for what almost becomes a kiss, before moving down
slowly, his head disappearing out of camera range in what is appears to be
leading to fellatio.
Sam
pants in anticipation, but turns to watch the Asian guy walk out of the
cottage, leaving same what appears as desperate frustration.
British director Julien Leyre has been able to convert the dozens of
artificial gestures and signals of bathroom sex into a equally passionate
artificial for of tango and something akin to an Apace dance.
A “honeypot,”
in case you are unacquainted with the less common definitions is 1) Someone who
is attractive or desirable and 2) A decoy or trap that attracts people or
things into a scam or scheme.
In
this case, both attractive men drew each other into the decoy, the policeman
waiting to possibly arrest his victim, the attractive Asian to provide the detective
with sex. Neither has been trapped, and both are left panting with unfulfilled
desire a film’s end.
Los Angeles, September 24, 2024
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog (September 2024).
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