"Who Got My Cheese" is just vulgar bullshit. The hardest part has to be staying the same, and change is always easy. The only person who persists throughout the film and does not want to change is the androgynous protagonist Alex himself. The doctor and his wife are on the side of change, hoping that Alex will change, and that his son Alvaro will change; they believe that it is best to change in line with "ordinary". And Alvaro and Alex's parents were swaying and wandering. Especially the character of Alvaro, who is hesitant to feel inferior about his homosexuality, whose relationship with Alex swayed his beliefs; until the end, when he said goodbye to Alex by the bridge, he couldn't answer the questions that Alex asked him, and he didn't either. He couldn't be sure what he liked, and he didn't dare to really insist on himself. Because he knew that although he wanted to be as strong as Alex, even though he loved weird sex with Alex, he "should" be like a father, be that normal. Another minor character, the warm but hypocritical life of a man who has successfully transgendered for many years, is also a counterpoint to the protagonist Alex.
The footage of the film is calm and sharp. The bystander-style shots that appear many times superimpose an external value judgment with the character's own value judgment. The cold and depressing environment puts the whole story in a marginal position, a metaphor for the marginal position of the insistent subject. It is precisely because of its marginal position that its persistence is difficult and painful.
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