Harry and Max

Though Williams and Johnson fit comfortably into the European naturalism that's become Mnch's stock in trade, they can't quite wriggle out of his high-concept premise and become plausibly real.

Seems like the work of a novice, with self-conscious expository passages and emotionally false conversations.

To consider Harry and Max as being about incestuous feelings would be shortchanging it, because the film is really about the evolving nature of love and the need to define it.

As disturbing and unsettling as the subject matter is what is truly sad is that the performances of the two leads were impressive and they ended up being wasted by the trash content of the script.