oldwhom

我很赞同楼主对于这三段戏的情感读解。很多关于同性话题的影片或多或少都会涉及到爱与性的层面。
相对来说，这种边缘的爱情更加脆弱，要嘛是单纯的性，碰到爱的时候总会顾此失彼。

性欲与爱欲当然是不能划等号的。
只是在一个那么短的篇幅里突然从运动和幻想跳升到殉情的层面，我这个老年人觉得有点快啊哈哈……

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电影是根据这首诗歌改编的：

Dennis Cooper, “After School, Street Football, Eighth Grade”

Their jeans sparkled, cut off
way above the knee, and my
friends and I would watch them
from my porch, books of poems
lost in our laps, eyes wide as
tropical fish behind our glasses.

Their football flashed from hand
to hand, tennis shoes gripped
the asphalt, sweat's spotlight on
their strong backs. We would
dream of hugging them, and crouch
later in weird rooms, and come.

Once their ball fell our way
so two of them came over, hands
on their hips, asking us to
throw it to them, which Arthur did,
badly, and they chased it back.
One turned to yell, “Thanks”

and we dreamed of his long
teeth in our necks. We
wanted them to wander over,
place deep wet underarms to
our lips, and then their white
asses, then those loud mouths.

One day one guy was very tired,
didn't move fast enough,
so a car hit him and he sprawled
fifty feet away, sexy, but he was
dead, blood like lipstick, then
those great boys stood together

on the sidewalk and we joined them,
mixing in like one big friendship
to the cops, who asked if we were,
and those boys were too sad to counter.
We'd known his name, Tim, and how
he'd turned to thank us nicely

but now he was under a sheet
anonymous as God, the big boys crying,
spitting words, and we stunned
like intellectuals get, our high
voices soft as the tinkling of a
chandelier on a ceiling too high to see.