Henry Barnes 

The Circle review – not as rounded as it could be

A loving but clunky docudrama about the early days of gay rights would benefit from more vivacity, writes Henry Barnes
  
  

The Circle
Golden years … Sven Schelker as the young Röbi in The Circle. Photograph: Aliocha Merker Photograph: Aliocha Merker/PR

The early days of gay rights are lovingly, clunkily presented in director Stefan Haupt’s docudrama about Swiss gay magazine the Circle. Launched in 1942, it was smuggled thoughout Europe and offered advice, entertainment and erotica for people in countries where homosexuality was still illegal. Haupt cuts between contemporary interviews with Röbi and Ernst, a couple who orbited the magazine’s staff, and a shonkily acted drama about the start of their relationship. The magazine presented a high-minded ideal of homosexuality as close friendship, removed from public salaciousness. Haupt’s film is less polite, but Röbi and Ernst’s courting is still not particularly sexy. Seventy-something Röbi opens the film in drag, singing brazenly about his love for “rare plants that grow south of the border”. More of his real-life vivacity would have made The Circle a more satisfactory whole.

 

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