Sad in many ways. Beautiful in many others. Wonderfully captures that all too hard to describe limbo of growing up. The aesthetics and score of this are fantastic and I couldn't help feeling nostalgic for a time I usually try to forget. It's difficult to capture a mood or a life stage well, particularly at this age and Sciamma does it wonderfully.
He was ashamed, and he kept on being ashamed. He kept the shame going by having sex with men, 'cause that's what shame dose, it makes him think he deserves it. They are dying, and think, I brought this on myself. It's my fault because the sex that I love is killing me. The perfect virus came along to prove you right. He died because of you.