Another Increasingly Infrequent Livejournal Posting- Now With Gay Movie!
Last night Kate, Doug, Doug's mythological boyfriend, and I went to see Another Gay Sequel at the Image Out festival. or, as we like to call it, the Dryden.
There were many, many homosexual males there. And 15 or so genetic females.
Another Gay Sequel is a soulful, hard-hitting, in-depth look at the serious issues the "Spring Break" party scene brings up for young, gay men. Through a series of re-enacted vignettes, the viewer is told the stories of four high school friends and how they cope with a party culture taken to the extreme.
And if you believe that, well, you don't know me very well, do you?
The Filipino gentlemen who introduced the movie (and who was wearing boots that made Kate wet)proclaimed the movie "trash" and "trash" it was. Cheerfully demented trash. With a big "Fuck You!" to three of the stars of the first movie (Another Gay Movie). These stars chose not to return because their agents felt that two gay movies in a row might cause the public to think that they are gay. And by "think" I mean "fervently hope". Especially the teenage girls. Because teenage girls think gay guys are hot. Anyway, these three stars are lambasted in the opening scene. One is beheaded, one crushed by a bookcase and one set on fire. Then their replacement actors appear like magic.
That's what kind of movie this is.
Much hilarity ensues. There are homo hot dogs, posing celebreality stars, twink boy porn stars dressed as mermen, plushie play with a twist, an amusing case of crabs, Amanda Lepore (scariest non-genetic woman ever), and many other wacky- almost surreal- moments. Oh, and it has Mario Lavanderia in it. Who I still find disgusting and whose website should be retroactively erased from existence in order to protect me from hordes of young fags marking up photos with Paint-applied boogers and crotch drippings. But he's in it. And he really does have the most "What the fuck?" kind of moment.
It's definitely something to see. But only with people who have a sense of wackiness to them. Serious people should not watch this movie as they will most likely develop a constant sneer. You need wackiness. And maybe drinks. And a remote control so you can rewind and watch the stigmata moment over and over again.
The reviews of the evening:
Doug thought it was okay but liked the first one better.
Kate loved it.
I loved it.
Doug's mythological boyfriend either loved, liked, or hated it. I don't really know. Once the movie was over he was completely focused on finding his friend Robby and getting Robby to take him and Doug home. Which I guess means he didn't really like it.
Here's the trailer. Now you know who Mario Lavanderia is.
On Wednesday Doug and i will be going to see Otto; Or, Up With Dead People. This time the role of somewhat reluctant tag-along will be played by Mike "Articulation" O'May. But, really, how could a movie about the ultimate emo boy be bad? Stay tuned, true believers!
There were many, many homosexual males there. And 15 or so genetic females.
Another Gay Sequel is a soulful, hard-hitting, in-depth look at the serious issues the "Spring Break" party scene brings up for young, gay men. Through a series of re-enacted vignettes, the viewer is told the stories of four high school friends and how they cope with a party culture taken to the extreme.
And if you believe that, well, you don't know me very well, do you?
The Filipino gentlemen who introduced the movie (and who was wearing boots that made Kate wet)proclaimed the movie "trash" and "trash" it was. Cheerfully demented trash. With a big "Fuck You!" to three of the stars of the first movie (Another Gay Movie). These stars chose not to return because their agents felt that two gay movies in a row might cause the public to think that they are gay. And by "think" I mean "fervently hope". Especially the teenage girls. Because teenage girls think gay guys are hot. Anyway, these three stars are lambasted in the opening scene. One is beheaded, one crushed by a bookcase and one set on fire. Then their replacement actors appear like magic.
That's what kind of movie this is.
Much hilarity ensues. There are homo hot dogs, posing celebreality stars, twink boy porn stars dressed as mermen, plushie play with a twist, an amusing case of crabs, Amanda Lepore (scariest non-genetic woman ever), and many other wacky- almost surreal- moments. Oh, and it has Mario Lavanderia in it. Who I still find disgusting and whose website should be retroactively erased from existence in order to protect me from hordes of young fags marking up photos with Paint-applied boogers and crotch drippings. But he's in it. And he really does have the most "What the fuck?" kind of moment.
It's definitely something to see. But only with people who have a sense of wackiness to them. Serious people should not watch this movie as they will most likely develop a constant sneer. You need wackiness. And maybe drinks. And a remote control so you can rewind and watch the stigmata moment over and over again.
The reviews of the evening:
Doug thought it was okay but liked the first one better.
Kate loved it.
I loved it.
Doug's mythological boyfriend either loved, liked, or hated it. I don't really know. Once the movie was over he was completely focused on finding his friend Robby and getting Robby to take him and Doug home. Which I guess means he didn't really like it.
Here's the trailer. Now you know who Mario Lavanderia is.
On Wednesday Doug and i will be going to see Otto; Or, Up With Dead People. This time the role of somewhat reluctant tag-along will be played by Mike "Articulation" O'May. But, really, how could a movie about the ultimate emo boy be bad? Stay tuned, true believers!