Anyone approaching “Blue Film” hoping to be titillated, per the pornographic implication of the title, is likely to be disappointed. “Blue” denotes sex, certainly, and that’s forever on the minds of the men in writer-director Elliot Tuttle‘s arresting two-hander: a middle-aged former schoolteacher from Maine and his onetime pupil, now a Los Angeles sex worker, uneasily reunited for one night in an anonymous rental house. But we’re in the realm here of desires both forbidden and unwanted, and as the two talk through their closed-off past and open-ended present, viewers will be more tense than anything else: Old taboos and power imbalances die hard.
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