Jacques Nolot has scripted and acted in several films, mostly on gay themes, directed by Claire Denis, Jacques Demy, François Ozon and André Téchiné. This new one, the third part of a trilogy about the life of gay gigolo Pierre, he's written and directed himself, and he also plays the ageing Pierre now living alone in a small, top-floor flat in Paris. It's an unsentimental meditation on old age and pleasures past, memories happy and sad, from a life spent providing and receiving sexual pleasures of an active and passive kind.

Pierre is now in his late sixties. His matinee idol looks have waned, he has a paunch, is HIV-positive, semi-incontinent, yet still driven by sexual desire but short on performance. It's a hot summer in the city and he's fighting the writing block that prevents him getting on with his racy memoirs.

Between buggery and blow-jobs (some of the latter conducted in a barber's chair inherited from his small-town father), he chats with North African rent boys, a rich old gay and a slightly younger fellow ex-gigolo who has served a long stretch in jail and done rather better by way of legacies from wealthy lovers than Pierre has. It's a frank, infinitely sad, painfully honest, wholly unsalacious film and there's a mortifying long take at the end as Pierre shaves off his moustache and puts on a wig and a dress to stand around at night in Pigalle, thinking of the good old days.