Oh, will someone please spare us from any more of these predictable road movies! This one sees the slightly hedonistic "Jess' (Martin Karich) have a one hour stand with the overly mothered "James" (Nicolás Romeo). That ought to have been it - a short film about an hook up, but no - we have to have a road trip around Argentina where they encounter the third wheel for their wagon - "Tomás" (Federico Fontán) before ending up at the home of the former man's brother. The narrative meanders as if it were a country lane with some beautiful photography of the Pampas scenery, the odd snog in an idyllic place and the usual menage-à-trois scenarios as the boys come to what was, for me anyway, an inevitable realisation. It is a nice film to watch - the light is brilliant at times, but the rest of it is really nothing new. The acting talent is easy enough on the eye but the story takes 90 minutes to take us nowhere.

Some smouldering passion underlies Jess & James a couple of young Argentine gay 20 somethings who pick each other up in a Buenos Aires park and have one of the most intense sexual scenes I've seen on film and that includes porn.

Both guys, Martin Karich and Nicolas Romero, are good looking as all get out and the two set off on a road trip to find James's brother Tomas who they think will be at least tolerant of them.

Some beautiful location photography of rural Argentina, the legendary Pampas plains where the guys travel on the road trip is the second best feature of Jess & James. The rest is the intensity of Karich and Romero.

A must for a gay film festival.

SPOILER ALERT: there is a happy ending. The movie avoids cashing in on the well-done, realistic family psychopathology to generate a morbid outcome. Sure, there are logical and continuity problems, etc. Why does James leave his iPhone out for the "old Lady" to investigate? So what? James has had the "best orgasm ever", and this convinces him to abandon his girlfriend and love Jess for life, and even to welcome a third to their trysting. That's AMORE! A scene in a chapel lines up a shot in front of an altar with a cross at its center; Jess leans back over his pew bench, while James works on him out of sight below, to produce an illuminated, anti- crucifixion image of pleasure. This is a beautifully heretical moment, lasting only a few seconds, so it is easy to miss. Imagine if all the torture and self-abnegation inspired by contemplating the crucifixion for the last 2,000 years could be redeemed by an image of true sexual love at the foot of the cross! review image: if it does not appear, see this review at AMAzon.