I Hope He Doesn't Kill Me

What a vivid imagination this young lad has when he arrives at the front door of his Grindr hookup. He has no idea whether the man on the other side of the door will be kind and gentle; a BDSM gent lo... What a vivid imagination this young lad has when he arrives at the front door of his Grindr hookup. He has no idea whether the man on the other side of the door will be kind and gentle; a BDSM gent looking for a “pussy eunuch”, a druggie, a priest, a strangler or worse than anything… An admirer of Margaret Thatcher! All those promises made online before they meet, but will his horniness get him to press that doorbell and what chance fulfilment if he does? With us getting to share all of these scenarios as they play out in his mind, this is quite a fun critique on our sexual peccadilloes and both the expressive faces of auteur Lyndon Henley Hanrahan - who must, surely, be offering us something vaguely autographical here, and his sexual foil Vincent Moisy make us cringe, smile and perhaps share in that feeling of can’t wait to get in, can’t wait to get out… Euphemisms notwithstanding!