Moritz, lieber Moritz (1978)

Dude’s got a slim blonde teenage look, short hair, pretty boy vibes. He’s mostly alone in these clips — playing sax in one, walking through a library in another, sitting at a dining room table with a mature blonde woman who seems like she’s his mom or teacher. They don’t touch. No sex, no oral, no skin — just staged scenes with awkward tension. Camera stays close, especially on his face, like they’re building some kind of voyeuristic mood. Lighting’s flat, artificial in most shots, feels more like a fetish for student-type aesthetics than anything explicit. Totally story-based, probably part of a larger narrative series.