Sexy, funny, full of heart and great characters with the added comfort of one of them always putting the kettle on
There is a moment in The York Realist which reminded me of that shower scene with Tom Hiddleston in Coriolanus.
It involves Yorkshire farmhand George (Ben Batt) stripped to the waist and washing in the kitchen sink after a hard day's work but while Hiddleston's shower scene was calculated to show the weary and battle-injured Coriolanus, this scene was all about the look on the face of an observer.
Ben Batt (George) and Jonathan Bailey (John) in The York Realist at the Donmar Warehouse. Photo by Johan Persson
John (Jonathan Bailey) is the assistant director on an amateur production of the Mystery Plays in nearby York who has come to persuade George to return to rehearsals.
When he catches a glimpse of George's damp, muscular torso it leaves you in no doubt about his feelings.
Another parallel that sprung to mind was last year's film God's Own Country which was also a gay love story set in rural Yorkshire.
The York Realist is far less explicit than God's Own Country, it is all flirtation, all expectation but boy is it sexy. The invisible chemistry is electric. Lines about Vaseline got extra laughs, I'm sure, to ease the tension.