Lives. Lives that intersect. A friendship. The story of two friends. Comedy. They are old, they have prostate problems. They talk about their prostate problems. It's funny. They have things in common, they have shared a whole life together. There's complicity, it's funny. It's Michael Caine and Harvey Keitel. You empathise with them, because you have friends too. You also have a friend with whom you plan to spend a lifetime together. You also imagine growing old next to him and one day talking about prostates. There is tenderness in the intricacies of scatology. There is tenderness.
There is fear. Fear of the passage of time. Fear of growing old. Fear of rejection.
Details. Infinite details. Artistic references, some that I have understood, others that I thought I understood and others that I am lucky that someone will make me understand.
Details that build a film that seems to talk about nothing and in the end you realise that it talks about everything. Details arranged like mud bricks. Individually they are insignificant, but together they build a wall. A whole thing. Because that's what life is. Details.
