“He just scraped off the dirt and blood in the lukewarm bath with a half drunk bottle precariously placed on the floor against the tub. He is holed up in a house in San Francisco, Uruguay far away from his lover waiting for forged passports . They robbed a bank as gang members. The scene is dark, moody, sexy, breezy and somehow I was transported to a very humid Uruguay. Being an Indian, perhaps, I have learned how to romanticize humidity and sweat. When the saxophone hits at 2/3rd of the song, close your eyes.

The song underscores a painful emotional distance between the two lovers. Angel, plagued by hallucinations and religious guilt, has completely withdrawn from El Nene, refusing to touch him.

Plata Quemada (Burnt Money), Argentina, 2000, was one of the first movies I watched with leading gay characters in a romantic relationship.”