No One Sleeps

At the university, Stefan makes three acquaintances. One is a friendly graduate student, Sascha; one is a neurologist, Dr. Richard Burroghs (played by Richard Conti), who says he found Stefan's presentation the best of the day; the third is a bearded hunk, Jeffrey Russo (played by Jim Thalman), who approaches Stefan.

Meanwhile, one dead body has already shown up in a Presidio fortification. Stefan's research led him via an AIDS Project office to a club kid, whose entrance is as a corpse. At both deaths, witnesses heard music from Puccini's last grand opera, "Turandot".

Stefan pokes around. The police poke around. Connections gradually appear between the characters. Some people hum tunes from "Turandot". One character is on the board of the San Francisco Opera, which is currently performing the work. Meanwhile Stefan is being very determined to hook up with a promising, though dangerous character, who works as a waiter. Is it love, lust, or research? Meanwhile, the FBI is unusually attentive to events. Climax. Incomplete resolution.

Tom Wlaschiha attractively carried the movie. Jim Thalman and Richard Conti also gave good acting performances. Karl Fischer and Brian Yates did well in smaller roles as a nurse and a volunteer, respectively, for an AIDS-related service. The rest of the cast merits little comment.

It was nice to have new San Francisco settings, with the Potrero, Tenderloin, and South of Market Districts shown, instead of the usual tourist areas (including Castro Street). Having one scene at the Cypress Lawn Memorial Park in Colma was a good change of pace.

The movie does bound along without giving complete back stories or explicitly tying up the loose ends. Stefan has some information before the action starts and some ideas on how to follow it up. His main methodology is walk wordlessly through sex clubs and wait for the clues and key characters to show up. He finds out about a third victim before the body is even removed from the premises. Intuitions. He is able to take a complicated route to break and enter without rehearsal. Lots of people have detailed memories of the plot of "Turandot". The relationships between the main bad guys is quite opaque. Why did Stefan keep wearing a cross? Who searched Stefan's room? Who killed one of the bad guys? Would the police be so lackadaisical? The list goes on. On a first viewing, one notices lots of loose ends. On a second viewing, one can use imagination to fill in many, but not all, of the gaps.

On the "Turandot" question, local opera fans really do replay their CDs and reread the librettos of the operas selected for performance each season by the San Francisco Opera. Stefan seems to live in a gay-friendly+ apartment building; the bad guys have reason to know the opera; the coincidence is not as impossible as some think. Still, the singing of "Nessun Dorma" at the party afterward seems unlikely, as a good singer saves his voice for the big time; maybe the wine flowed too freely?

My first viewing netted two stars. A second viewing netted three. A third would not earn a fourth. See it for Tom Wlaschiha, an interesting premise, and some new scenery.

I am a fan of Indie movies and other venues that challenge the viewer to use the grey matter between their ears. If you also prefer to think for yourself, rather than be thought for, you will probably enjoy this movie as well.

Tom Wlaschiha gives a believable, realistic, sensual performance, and the other major characters behave like real people, rather than characters reading from a script. Perhaps a few scenes are a bit over the top, but then, so is real life from time to time. If the viewer doesn't recognize that, then I suggest that instead of bad-mouthing this movie, he or she should get a life of their own, provided they can tear themselves away from the WWF long enough.

The list of what's wrong with the film is actually much too long to analyze completely here, but it's starts with the lame attempt to force a modern-day, urban story into an opera plot - how many times will film makers try this, before they realize that it's silly at best? Trying to link Puccini's Turandot with a murderous cover-up conspiracy of the theory that the US government was doing testing with the HIV virus that had been found in sheep on prison inmates is akin to linking Queen's song "We are the Champions" to the Watergate cover-up...in other words: hammering a square peg into a round hole. The only conspiracy that seemed to be going on was the fact that everyone in San Francisco, where the film is set, seemed to know this opera by heart, breaking into its catchy tunes at a drop of a hat. When the Italian tenor breaks into "Nessun Dorma" at the end of an opening night party, simply because some guy tells him that his performance was good, I rolled off my couch laughing! This only topped by the fact that the serial killers hums the ditty while killing his HIV+ victims.

The idea of using this theory as a cover-up conspiracy plot is not the problem here. In the hands of a good writer and director, this could actually make a thrilling plot along the lines of "JFK". Jochen Hick, who wrote, directed and produced the film (probably sewed the costumes, too), didn't seem to know if he wanted to make this a crime/thriller, or a character study of his lead character. Ultimately, he tried both and failed at both, ending up making just about every mistake a writer, as well as a director, could make - this all in just 104 minutes!

One thing I have to give Hick credit for: as much as I wanted to turn the damn DVD player off, I watched this baby to the bitter end, but please don't take that as a recommendation to do the same!

A film that every film school should use as a glowing example of: „don't let this happen to you!"