I feel like this movie was trying too hard to ride on shock value and controversy. Which is a shame because the subject matter does not crop up often, and in cinema, tough subject matter often inspires good directing and writing.
Not so with Harry and Max. With utterly average direction, and dialogue writing so false it's laughable, Harry and Max is a desperate parody of a teen romance/drama trying anxiously to tease some meaning out of what is ultimately a story lacking in any real substance.
The use of writing on the screen to deal with issues such as the move to New York, or the fact that the camping trip moved from tent to back of car rather than incorporating it into dialogue (I mean: "The next morning (It got cold at night)"? Really?) just was a bad decision. Pure and simple.
Not content with not knowing when to use dialogue, the writer also misused it whenever he could. The characters were flat and uninteresting, the supporting characters might as well have not even been there. The treatment of the subject matter was insensitive to gays, insensitive to victims of incest, and more importantly, it was boring.
The film was not simply bad, it was pedestrian. The lead actors did their best with a bad film, but I can't help but wonder what it could have been if instead of tripping over itself trying to decide what it actually felt about incest and pedophilia (I seriously couldn't tell), it just dropped the brothers angle and the yoga instructor subplot altogether and told a story about teen idols, gay romance, and ultimately why liking someone isn't good enough, they have to be good for you too.
If you want a decent LGBT themed film, this is not it. Harry and Max's failures are compounded by tantalising glimpses at what this film could have been in the hands of a talented director and writing team.
All in all, despite casting good-looking, talented leads, nothing could save this utter trainwreck of a film.