"A feverish narrative, disturbingly direct"

Mario, a 35-year-old gay actor, knows that he doesn’t have long to live. For five years, he has been surviving himself. For five years, the virus has schooled him in fear. Mario lies in the prison of his room and gives himself failing grades for his life—an F for his lack of success, and F for his pathological need for intimacy, and F for his neurotic lack of independence. Locked within him is resentment toward his mother, the lifelong yearning for a father, and a pimply-faced kid who cowers and refuses to grow up. Mario stumbles through the wilderness of men and waits for the call. He’s learned his lesson and endures the unendurable. In a unique, staccato style, Mario Wirz tells the desperate story of a man obsessed with his memories. For as long as he can hold out against the inevitable, he spins a feverish narrative that exposes his voracious will to live.
“Maybe my story is a rumor that this night is spreading like rat poison. Or an unlikely tale that someone has heard from someone else. Or a movie filled with unspeakable stereotypes on a late-late show…”