Love behind bars

seizes your attention with its opening montage: a series of cottaging encounters between moustachioed men in a grimy public toilet in 60s Germany, shot in grainy Super-8 stock that complements the illicit, secretive nature of the sex. It’s hot — very hot — but also feels slightly off, shot with a queasy lack of affection, making us ask what perspective is guiding the camera. Turns out it’s police surveillance