There's something so rare and precious about 'End of the Century'. Though barely an hour and a half long, it somehow dares to ask enormous questions about love and longing and desire that very few queer films on the relationships of gay men have asked before. At its heart, the film is a ghost story - as all great memory plays are - and you feel the presence of these ghosts in every exquisite frame...

I really enjoyed watching this - though it's taken me two attempts before I "think" I have understood the chronology of it all. "Ocho" (Juan Barberini) is having a break in Barcelona when he spots a man from his balcony and again on the beach. When he spies him - "Javi" (Ramon Pujol) for a third time - again from is balcony - he invites him up and they have some passionate, but rather transactiona...