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From Eli Sanders' review:

The subject of this film is, refreshingly, neither the chase, nor the triumph, nor the survival, nor the tragedy of two gay men living in a straight world. ("Are you happy?" one man asks the other later in the film. "I'm fine," the other replies. "Yeah, things could be fucking better. And easier. But I am absolutely fine.") The subject is not even the gayness of the moments between them, though several moments in this film—semen on a hairy stomach, "Faggot" written in magnets on a minifridge, catcalls on a train platform—are uninhibitedly, yet almost shruggingly, gay. Weekend's subject is more interesting and universal: moments themselves, and in particular the moments of a new relationship.

Read the whole thing here. (And go see Weekend, starting tomorrow at the Harvard Exit.)