Our Queer Review: Daniel Craig, Triple Zero in Mexico

Myopic or astigmatic? They all wear glasses - like in an advertisement, the range of models is vast: black, tortoiseshell or with transparent frames. Perhaps there is an ophthalmologists' conference where patients have come to treat their failing pupils under the Mexico sun. You are not there at all: Luca Guadagnino adapts Queer by the sulphurous William Burroughs. An American drags his boredom into desolate suburbs. The days consist of getting drunk on tequila, doing drugs and luring strangers into his bed for a few pesos. Routine, in other words. Leading this depraved life does not prevent Lee from having an elegantly crumpled linen suit, a felt hat and from uttering pompous sentences, which does not mean bright.

Exoticism is the order of the day. So there's a cockfight. Guacamole isn't on the menu, which is a shame. A typewriter sits in the hero's room. He doesn't seem to use it much. The…