Exquisitely nostalgic, the movie is as comfortable, and as complicated, as a reunion with an old friend.
The season finale of Looking culminates in a single, extended take, perhaps three minutes in all, at the end of a lovers’ quarrel.
It’s here, in “Looking for Sanctuary,” that the series finally admits to a certain cyclicality.
An episode in which each character’s evolution this season begins to upset the balance they’ve clung to through years of stasis.
Though Looking is a series rightly known for its rather frank discussions and depictions of sex, it’s also finely attuned to the rhythms of friendship.
Patrick’s self-immolation is no suicide, and “Looking for Gordon Freeman” is no Mrs. Dalloway.
It has the feeling of a first date, but ends with a reckoning, run through with the conviction that we can never really leave the past behind us.
In what amounts to something of a departure for Looking, “Looking Down the Road” picks up where “Looking Top to Bottom” left off.
Tops, bottoms, douches, enemas, rim jobs, “hot shower orgies,” and even a swinging dick or two.
Director Andrew Haigh and writer Michael Lannan present a suggestive exchange of stories that feels both familiar and remarkably specific.
Full disclosure: I am, to paraphrase that old Sex in the City parlor game, such a Patrick.
It may seem quotidian compared to the current requirements of the weekly series format, but its attention to detail isn’t given nearly enough credit.
It emerges as a dramedy exploring how gay men clumsily negotiate the appropriate distance to place between the words “friends” and “benefits.”