There's a sort of quiet devastation that permeates Winter Kept Us Warm, and it's shockingly genuine and profound for a queer film made in the 60s. I think a lot of that can be credited to director David Secter's experiences as a gay man in 1960s Canada; everything, from Doug's simultaneous frustration and yearning towards another man to how it affects those around him, is so natural that it hurts.
The careful subtlety in how the relationship between Doug and…
