In Theo & Hugo, Theo and Hugo
meet at an orgy in a basement sex-club. Theo is diffident and wary, standing against the wall; he’d probably be slightly apprehensive at any party, even one
where he wasn’t completely naked. Hugo is right in the middle of the action,
the orgy equivalent of a social butterfly (a sex moth? A gangbang bee?). Eventually
Theo joins in and manages to contrive a kiss with Hugo - he cleverly aligns the
people they’re having sex with, then leans across their parallel backs for a
lingering smooch. They don’t clash, but they discover chemistry (and they
definitely come together).
Hugh Grant isn’t in the scene – unless he’s lingering somewhere in the shadows
– but then it’s not your typical meet cute. Although it could have happened differently, it wouldn’t have the same effect:
the dynamic between Theo and Hugo would be less heady, less sudden and hormonally-charged,
and the love story that follows wouldn’t have the same intensity. Of course, we might still have learnt something about the protagonists if they’d met in an artisanal
bakery, but their characters wouldn’t have been established so vividly and in
so few words.
Geoffrey Couët as Theo
This scene also initiates the film’s plot (such as it is), and
gives its arty drama some higher-than-usual stakes: Hugo turns out to be HIV-positive, and Theo hadn’t thought to use a condom. This necessitates a midnight
visit to the hospital, a trip that becomes a sort of inverted first-date at
A&E, with a dinner of plastic-packaged madeleine and emergency medication.
The rest of Theo and Hugo's night is spent wandering Paris, fluctuating between guilt,
resentment, forgiveness, and burgeoning love.
This encounter – the entire film – is played out in real-time,
although you barely notice it, as it’s not as gimmicky as the recent one-take-wonder Victoria. That film was a low-budget masterpiece about young people getting to know each other, until it became a
low-budget thriller in the last act. Theo
& Hugo retains composure throughout. The explicit sex at the beginning turns
out to be a commitment to realism that pays dividends: the film is believable
and beautiful, a near-perfect two-hander that deserves to be seen by everyone.
It helps that the direction (by Oliver Ducastel and Jacques
Martineau) is stylish without being intrusive, and that Geoffrey Couët and François
Nambot put in sympathetic performances. Couët in particular, as the quiet Theo,
can convey immense feeling without words. By just watching his eyes, you can tell he’s feeling
intensely. It’s not clear exactly what, though. Not everything in Theo & Hugo
|What||Theo & Hugo film review|
|Where||Various Locations | MAP|
|Nearest tube||Leicester Square (underground)|
09 Sep 16 – 04 Nov 16, Times vary
|Price||£determined by cinema|
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