Sequin in a Blue Room review - soullessness and sex in Sydney | reviews, news & interviews
Sequin in a Blue Room review - soullessness and sex in Sydney
Sequin in a Blue Room review - soullessness and sex in Sydney
Directing debut is grimly compelling if not always plausible
Sequin is the screen name for the questing 16-year-old at the slowly awakening heart of Sequin in a Blue Room, a 2019 Australian film only now reaching the UK.
Structured across a series of apartments that count down from ten to zero, the screenplay (co-written with Jory Anast, doubling as the film's cinematographer) at first finds the sunken-cheeked teenager of the title (played by Conor Leach, pictured below) in purposefully detached, coolly clinical mode. No sooner has he finished a dating app-fueled encounter before he is blocking the man involved, preferring the wordless liaisons to be found at the anonymous Blue Room sex party of the title to anything that might require - heaven forfend - actual conversation. (Indeed, the film doesn't allow for sustained chat until about 25 minutes in.)
At school, Sequin sends texts from under the table while his English teacher invokes Wuthering Heights and rabbits on about obsession, transgression and that remote-seeming word, love. Such an emotion seems entirely alien to Sequin, who is initially resistant to the approaches of a kind-seeming classmate, Tommy (Simon Croker). Far better to land on the doorstep of one "daddy" or another, even as his own father (Jeremy Lindsay Taylor) exhibits a tolerance towards his son that would be remarkable in any time or place. This crucial relationship feels strangely cryptic, as if Van Grinsven were more interested in the artsy maunderings of Sequin through one curtained-off tryst after another rather than letting human interaction have its due.
The wisp of a plot comes from a second encounter with an older man, Edward (Samuel Barrie), in which Sequin soon finds himself in over his head as the plot swerves towards a revenge thriller of sorts that itself feels attenuated, as well. (A disturbing scene in which an angry Edward shows up at Sequin's school finishes just as it's getting started.) I can't say I especially warmed to Sequin, notwithstanding the commitment brought to the part by Leach, who resembles a younger Eddie Redmayne as he sheds a faux-hardened exterior on the way towards the presumably nourishing popcorn of the finish.
But likability isn't really the point of a film that pinpoints an ongoing, readily identifiable sexual and social restlessness. And just as I was tiring of another lingering close-up of Sequin in the shower, I noticed something else: the extent to which the water droplets after a while could serve as a visual equivalent for the young man's tears.
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