As a gay man myself, If I had viewed this film thirty years ago I could have forgiven its glaring transgressions. In this day and age however the idea of a predatory homosexual loner taking advantage of a poor confused family man (his girlfriend is expecting their first child, of course) is not only a tired cliché its also vaguely offensive. Bettina and Marc make love while Kay and Marc rut like drunken sailors, and confronting one's latent feelings is a potentially life-ruining proposition with rampant homophobia coming from all sides. Writer/director Stephan Lacant does try to inject some humanity into the mess (the men kiss tenderly before popping Ecstasy and screwing) and their jogs along a forest trail are an interesting metaphor (is Marc running towards something or away from something?) but while this type of wet dream seduction fantasy makes for great gay porn, as a piece of mature cinema it fails at that first uninvited smooch.