In Jay Neugeboren’s An Orphan’s Tale, the author writes “A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That’s how awful the loss is.” The line has been paraphrased in everything from Six Feet Under to The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, but Twinless takes it in a slightly different direction, when Lisa (Lauren Graham), the mother of twins Roman and Rocky (Dylan O’Brien in a dual role) comforts Dennis (James Sweeney) over the loss of his twin brother Dean, saying that outliving the person with whom one shared a womb may actually be worse. Unfortunately, it’s her living son Roman, who met Dennis in a talk therapy group focused on the survivors of a twin sibling’s death, who really needs to hear this, but the rift in their relationship is far too late at that point. 

That’s not the focus of this story, but it’s an important element of the way in which blanket grief can be misdirected and mangled. Twinless is a dark comedy vehicle for Sweeney, who directed and wrote the film in addition to performing in it. Of the two primary characters, we meet Roman first, as he prepares for the funeral for his deceased twin Rocky, who was recently killed in a car accident. As attendees of the funeral attempt to offer their condolences, their grief overwhelms them, as they each seem to have the same experience of looking at Roman and “seeing [Rocky’s] ghost.” At his mother’s urging, while she returns home to Moscow, Idaho (population 27000), he remains in the city for a time to attend the aforementioned surviving twin counseling group. It’s here that he meets Dennis, who tells him about his deceased twin Dean, and they get off to a good start despite Roman’s initial moderately homophobic question about whether Dennis gets carsick, as he always wondered if the deceased Rocky’s need to sit in the front seat to avoid motion sickness might have been on the same gene that made Rocky gay while Roman was straight. 

The two men grow closer as Dennis helps Roman navigate his grief, offering himself up to serve as Rocky’s proxy so that Roman can say all the things that he never got to say. It’s a powerful scene that shows that Yahoo! Movies was right to predict that O’Brien would be a breakout star all the way back in 2014; O’Brien acts the hell out of it, and it’s a showstopper. Up to this point, we’ve seen a Roman who is emotionally static. He lives in his mother’s basement back in Idaho, and when he decides to stay on in Portland in Rocky’s old apartment, it’s clear that he doesn’t understand the “rules” of social engagement in a densely populated urban environment. Although it’s clear to the audience that Dennis has a crush on him, Roman remains blissfully unaware, and it’s his rural guilelessness that makes him endearing even as he accidentally does some things that might lead Dennis on, like admit that he’s been using Rocky’s gym membership and allowed himself to be hit on by a guy there. But once Dennis gives Roman the space to unload and the other man breaks down into a refrain of “I don’t know what I am without you,” it’s clear that there’s a lot more going on inside Roman than he’s allowed to be seen by others. His brutal beating of a trio of mouthy teens who calls the men “faggots” after a hockey game also shows that there’s a storm brewing inside of him, the kind that comes from suppressing emotions and keeping them hidden away. 

For the first act of this film, our hearts go out to Dennis and Roman, for both for their shared grief in losing a twin, and to Dennis in particular as we see him develop a hopeless love for and devotion to a man that we know he is incompatible with, orientation-wise. Regardless of orientation, we’ve all had that unrequited pining for someone that can’t be with us for one reason or another, where we allow ourselves to be beaten by the waves against the rocks of emotionally hurtful rejection because that’s the price of swimming in the presence of the object of affection. I’m not saying it’s healthy, but it happens, and if you’ve never experienced that, I’m both sorry for and envious of you. The first sign that Dennis may not be all that he seems to be is when he and Roman go out one night and Dennis compliments Roman’s shirt, asking “Was it Rocky’s?” in a way that implies he already knows the answer to the question. Did Dennis know Rocky? 

I saw this the same weekend that I saw Lurker, and I didn’t expect that both of the new releases I would catch in theaters within a few days of one another would be flicks about creepy little gay stalkers who go Way Too Far but for whom we ultimately have some amount of sympathy. That this would be the core of Lurker was clear from its marketing, and I suppose that it might have been present in the trailer for Twinless, but I was able to go into this film completely blind, not having seen any advertising other than a leaked sex scene six months ago (if you haven’t seen it, don’t — it’s a total spoiler). If Sweeney hadn’t been the architect behind Twinless in its entirety, I’d be a little concerned that the sudden density of movies with obsessive gay men as an antagonizing (if not villainous) force might be another potential red flag on the descent-into-fascism meter (I don’t know anything about Alex Russell, who both wrote and directed Lurker, other than that he toned down Matt’s maliciousness in the transition from page to screen). As it stands, while that one was a softer version of an obsessive fan thriller, this is more of an examination of a 90s style romcom plot—Sandra Bullock falls in love with Bill Pullman while his brother is comatose in While You Were Sleeping under the guise of being said brother’s fiancee, Rikki Lake being taken in as a presumed widow in Mrs. Winterbourne and starting a romance with Brendan Fraser, etc.—wherein the premise rests upon a simple accidental misunderstanding that then becomes almost impossible to extricate oneself from, with a happy ending. Dennis’s actions are all entirely intentional, and although they’re not malicious, they are harmfully self-absorbed, and although this has precedent in something like Overboard, Mrs. Doubtfire, or even Never Been Kissed, it’s nonetheless a more realistic portrayal of how the people affected by the deception would react. It’s not as subversive as the TV series You, which went much darker in the presentation of how an obsessive romantic could behave, but there’s not really a happy ending here. That’s not what I go to the movies for, though; heartbreak really does feel good in a place like the theater. 

-Mark “Boomer” Redmond