Anyway, like I said there is some mummification, a gang bang, as well as bondage and an incredible scene of amputee gay sex, which is the most explicit I've ever seen. I just might give this street hustling thing a shot.
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So, basically the most enlightening thing that I derived from this movie is that I'm just as good-looking as the guys who work the corner of Santa Monica boulevard. As a matter of fact, except for the cute bald guy who gets mummified and the blond porn star who gets gang banged, I thought all the guys in this movie were average looking at best. I thought Tony Ward, as the hustler, was particularly unattractive, as there's no way I would ever pay to have sex with him. There isn't much plot beyond the story of an annoying German queen (played by the director) who is obsessed with a is-he-or-isn't-he-gay street hustler. I can't say that I liked this movie but I'll never forget it, as certain images from it are stuck in my head forever. This movie was not what I expected but it was quite an experience. I stumbled across this film at the media center in my college where I was doing research for a paper on prostitution and the description of this film made it sound like a documentary on homosexual hustlers in west Hollywood. The film was bad enough as it was, using Eigil Vesti's name was way beyond bad taste, it's despicable. Having dealt with Eigil Vesti's family, I see no humor in defaming his memory in this disgusting manner. He was a beloved younger brother to those two women from Norway whose first visit to the USA was to bring back his body for burial in their country. I really fail to see the humor in using the name of the victim of one of the many GLBT homicide cases I did a claim for. Before his body was discovered with a black leather mask on his head, his picture was all over the Greenwich Village and Chelsea areas of Manhattan as a missing person for about three weeks. Eigil was a young and naive Norwegian kid who was picked up and killed for somebody's idea of kicks. Back in my working days at the New York State Crime Victims Board, I got into the Norwegian Consulate to do the paperwork intake for a claim filed by one of the two sisters of Eigil Vesti. Naming one of your characters with the same name of the victim of a sensational gay homicide is not my idea of satire. In fact if the sisters of the late Eigil Vesti are alive I hope they sue this man. His performance as the effeminate writer is no homage to Truman Capote. Performing for porn and acting are two entirely different skills and our director seems not to notice the difference or care. His pretensions to art wouldn't be taken seriously in a Film 101 class at NYU.
It's fairly obvious that the man who pretends to be a director Bruce La Bruce ought to stick to doing strictly porn. (The film's overall reason for existence seems geared toward a scene where LaBruce gets to suck face with a hustler.) The best scene in the movie is that with Castro and a baby in the bathtub, a scene that is essentially a rip-off (or homage) to "Flesh." 6/10 There's narration where Castro is talking to us, and it's completely phony-sounding - the movie is fake everything.
That cheapness may be part of LaBruce's intention (the amateurish acting would seem to say so), but it's still childish regardless - a scene where someone repeatedly runs over a guy with his car is flat and unfunny. (I love the movie's tagline, though.) The editing is a particular flaw - it's in your face and has no rhythm, and it makes the film seem more cheap than the subject matter already suggests. Most of the jokes are stupid, especially the recurring "Anger.any relation to Kenneth?" bit. sex and if the two are compatible, that could have been elaborated on to give the film some weight, but it's not dealt with effectively it's mainly there as a stupid joke. There's a briefly touched-upon theme with a skinhead who wants to kiss, the notion of closeness vs. At the beginning it feels like it's going to be a lot more pornographic than it is - that it so say, disgusting as opposed to sexy however, there are a few sexy scenes - there's a boots and leather porn shoot that's pretty erotic, as is the scene where a row of black men take turns with a blond muscle boy (and there are a lot of hustlers in short shorts, if that's your thing). For a movie about hustling, with a few real-life gay porn stars thrown in for good measure, it isn't really smutty or gross - it's having far too much fun with its own genre-hopping and movie-referencing for that.
It's still bad, but it's not offensive the way it seems like it will be from the opening. I wanted to dislike this more than I did, but against my will, after a while I began to sort of like it.