Although it has its amusing moments, in eneral the plot does not convince.

Watch something else. There are very few redeeming qualities to this film.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

Films about mass tragedy can be hard to make without mawkishness; but 'Don't Ever Wipe Tears Without Gloves', a Swedish series about the A.I.D.S. epidemic of the 1980s, is simply superb. It presents a nuanced picture of the lives of the Stockholm gay community, in some senses hedonistic, in other senses, just a group of young men as desirous of such conservative notions as family as anyone else. And it presents a highly perceptive picture of many things: attitudes to gayness in general (at a time of much lower general tolerance than today), the simple wretchedness of death, the strange awfulness of certain types of religious belief, but above all else, the utter (and understandable) unpreparedness of the community for their imminent mass extermination. I guess that none of us are ever ready to die, but the series makes us understand why someone might kill themselves on diagnosis rather than live on for a while amid an ever dwindling number of their fellow doomed. The script is smart as well, initially driven by Rasmus, but the lead on the story soon passes over to Benjamin, his boyfriend. But the story's heart is really provided by Simon Berger's Paul, the focal point of the group, whose droll mother-queenery at first seems a cruel response to the illness of his friends, but which eventually turns into the closest thing possible to defiance (and even then it isn't much) in the face of a truly unbearable end. For those of us who live in the west, the primary threat of the disease has thankfully passed; but this is the best, most sympathetic and also most moving, telling of that story I have seen.

In the wake of The Normal Heart - which is still affecting me! - I didn't think another AIDS story would or could get to me the way this mini-series did. Set refreshingly in Stockholm, TATUH tells the story of two young gay men who come from very different yet similarly oppressive backgrounds: Benjamin is a Jehovah's Witness from Stockholm, Rasmus is a country boy from Värmland who goes to study in Stockholm and discovers the gay scene.Having only recently learned about how much more liberal and accepting the Swedes were of gay people in the 1980's, this series still shocked me and showed many parallels to what was happening across the Atlantic in the States when it came to understanding and dealing with the disease.In true Swedish fashion, this series is beautifully shot with a sometimes bleak cinematography that gives additional meaning to the metaphors and symbolism used throughout the series for added gravitas. Despite the subject matter and coming from a culture where sex and nudity is not scandalous, I found the love scenes in TATUH quite tame and tasteful, some even beautifully rendered to illustrate the love between the characters.I strongly recommend this series to anyone who wants to explore what the LGBT scene was like outside of the US during the AIDS crisis.

"Never wipe tears without gloves" must go down in history as one of the great melodramatic titles; unfortunately, for this viewer, the tripartite mini-series does not live up to its great title: although in the first minutes of the first episode I thought maybe this was going to be as great as Peter Watkins' "Munch" (also upon its release a three-part docudrama), whose cinematic idiom - adult life back and forth, the jump-cuts, the angles, the voice-over - informs NWTWG.Unfortunately, the umpteenth time I had to witness father wiping out son's hand-print upon glass, I had passed from the first revelation that had signaled so movingly the trace of a life now, already erased (with an almost biblical poignancy since it is the father not acknowledgedly perpetrating the erasure), to frustration and then to disappointment why this had to be repeated so many times; of course, this is a three-part TV series so I suppose a little reminder has to pass from one week to the next, and I saw the series in one sitting, so it doesn't cut both ways...What I found oppressive was the unvaried juxtaposition of the group, the couple and the parents; for most of the series, it seemed no take lasted more than thirty seconds, and this for me means I am not allowed the ground to sufficiently root for the characters.The 80's footage was very atmospherically mingled with the involving period details, and I was transported now and then to the dark side of the 80's, but in general the series seem to me a hit and miss: now delivering a punch, then again lacking focus.The focus was neither on the couple, nor upon a sense of (lost) community, and it swayed on both the docu and the drama sides without actually taking sides. I wanted more sex between the couple which did not really ignite for me - two things: since we know from the first time Rasmus has sex he is doomed, then why not give us some sex between the couple for the suspense, the sweat, and the sheer, transient beauty of it? If it is only the random encounters that are depicted, then this bends to the moralizing side of it. Second thing, since on the day Rasmus finds out he is just another serial, anonymous positive patient has, arguably, just broken up with Benjamin, then the latter's mournful dedication (the sudden, operatic appearance in the third act, of a wall full of his pictures is not really prepared) is tinted by the question to what extent Benjamin does not idealize his lover-on-the-loss; his mourning becomes then not wholly justified.The two Adams play it to that pitch, though: they are both first men to witness the day, and even if the series is not quite successful, we are pierced by their beauty and their youth, one in glowing conviction and smiling innocence: their eyes! Especially Adam Lundgren's (who seems an improvement upon Elijah Wood, if you don't mind my saying so) are haunting; he also has the good skills of making us feel him as the more solid, and maybe more lonely, character.This is then what will stay with me: their beauty, the liquid light upon their eyes.

Script writer and author Jonas Gardell brings us a very interesting, genuinely touching, heart- wrenching and important piece of modern history. It deals with the start of the AIDS epidemic in 1980's homophobic Sweden.It is a love story between Rasmus and Benjamin, two young men from very different backgrounds, in a time when homosexuality was still very much a taboo subject and not socially accepted. But it is also a story of a time when young men in the gay community suddenly started to fall ill, whither away and die, in what became known as the "Gay Plague". A new virus shook the world and nobody knew how to deal with it. Ignorance lead to scaremongering, prejudices and enormous stigma, as the title suggests. It is un-sentimental, yet truly and deeply touching. Beautifully filmed, well directed and phenomenally acted. The two leads Adam Palsson and Adam Lundgren give honest, moving, raw and believable performances as Rasmus and Benjamin, fighting for their love and acceptance from both their families and society. Simon J Berger shines in his portrayal of their friend, the flamboyant, fiercely loyal, brutally honest and truly life affirming "Paul". Bjorn Kjellman, narrator and also playing the older "Benjamin" is not featured so much but his performance is heart-breaking and honest. The supporting cast (especially the parents) are also VERY strong and provide a real backbone to the piece.An important series that shows the dangers of ignorance and prejudice, the importance of love, acceptance and remembrance and a reminder that as "Paul" says: Nobody gets to live their life over, that's the point.