Supermarkt (1974)

One of the guys has short brown hair, the other’s blond — both in their early 20s, lean build, standing close in what looks like a quiet apartment living room. Towels are wrapped low around their waists, and they’re clearly working themselves over, hands moving fast, eyes locked on each other. You see the tension in their arms, the way they shift weight, like they’re not fully comfortable but can’t back down. The lighting’s dim, natural-looking from a side window, with shelves and a painting visible in the background — feels lived-in, not staged. Camera stays at medium distance, doesn’t zoom in on faces, keeps the focus on the awkward intimacy and the slow build. No interaction beyond eye contact, but it’s charged — more about anticipation than action.