Beautiful movie.

"Each man kills the thing he loves".

So the unconventional desires of these characters can only express through the primordial dualism of love and death, tenderness and violence. Being slaves to the society they live in they end up being devoured by their hunger of love that is never satisfied, 'cause they're "real men".

One crucial scene is the one in which Mario tells Querelle he's not going to be less of a man if he gets *beep* by him.
And I've been touched by the meaning of Lysiane's song in relation to the events that take place in the "fake Brest". ("Each man kills the thing he loves").

Unsettling (but genial) choices and harsh language here, but I don't understand all the scorn this movie is object of, maybe it's too brutally honest? This isn't "realistic" or "naturalistic", this is just Genet's nightmare reinterpreted by Fassbinder's genius.

No topics and an overall rating of 6.7 is a real shame, imho.
A masterpiece.