Franck is clearly aware of this, but so caught up in his passion for Michel that he’s willing to keep up appearances, until the story shifts to a thriller-like denouement which, with its knife-wielding finale, is strangely reminiscent of William Friedkin’s Cruising—another movie about gay decadence and serial killers, albeit one with a different agenda.
His vision doesn’t have the latex, whips, and frantic dance moves we remember from Friedkin’s Cruising, but there’s still an ever-present sense of danger, and the while the film brims with erotic tension it’s rarely erotic itself.
By immersing us so totally in the workings of the gay beach, Guiraudie avoided the trap of William Friedkin's abysmal " Cruising ", which presented its milieu as a freak show.
Plenty of gay-themed films have included murder as a plot point; William Friedkin’s loathsome Cruising made an early-AIDS-era spectacle of the small divide separating loving and life-ending penetration.
The movie is voyeuristic, sure, but in a way that evokes Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window more than William Friedkin's Cruising.
This French psychological thriller is both the opposite of “Cruising” (1980) and the movie “Cruising” wanted to be.