So, last month I wrote wistfully about the prospect of seeing Robert Gaston's 2 Minutes Later, a gay man/lesbian detective buddy flick murder mystery set in Philadelphia. I wasn't incredibly hopeful, because Frameline had it slotted into one of the smaller venues at the San Francisco LGBT film festival, and the one review I'd read wasn't very positive.

But AfterEllen.com asked me to review it, so I picked up the screener from the Frameline office and popped it into my DVD player. The opening sequence ran a bit long. The opening credits ran a bit long. I was getting a bit restless.

And then the credits finished and the movie really started, and from that minute on, I just sat there going how, how did this guy know to make my dream movie? Robert Gaston, whoever you are, GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD.

Before I go on, let me confess my deep and abiding love for the slutty, take-no-prisoners dyke detective Abigail Marks in her high heels and tight white dress and the little gun she keeps in her purse. That's all that I'll say about her now; if you want the full lesbian-centric review of this film I did for AfterEllen.com, it's right here.

For the boys I'll say this: 2 Minutes Later is the story of shy-but-cute, semi-closeted insurance investigator Michael Dalmar (Michael Molina), who while in Philadelphia on business tries to connect with his twin brother Kyle (also played by Molina), whom he hasn't seen in 10 years. The two have a strained and competitive relationship, with the "two minutes older" Kyle coming out on top in the sexual and professional stakes. A successful photographer, Kyle is also an arrogant prick with more enemies than friends. Kyle, however, is missing: No one has seen him in a couple of weeks.