Hawaii

It makes a very pleasant change when a director produces a [gay] film that doesn't spoon-feed the audience with mind-numbing, camp-infected dialogue.

Hawaii has very little in the way of dialogue...instead, it's all about the picture, a look, the feeling.

Some will feel frustrated...good, that's exactly what the characters are feeling.

You'll get to the point when you want to scream at the screen: KISS HIM! But you can't because the film is just too gentle to destroy its polite reverie...in places, it's like one of those dreams you have (or imagine to have) when taking a nap in a field on a warm sunny day.

But...there's reality, their differences, their divisions...the vast dichotomy of generosity versus charity, the clash of the haves and the have-nots and the universal curiosity of: is he or isn't he?

Yes, it's a lot to take on and Berger shows total control, fine judgment and suitable restrain. The only criticism: it does get a little lost in the closing section, a little too indulgent - with a possibility of losing some of the audience.

That said...this is a fine and original piece of work that clearly shows Berger to be an actors' director - and, in our humble opinion, there are no better directors.

Trailer...