PISSED OFF!!!
Okay... if it weren't for the fact that I was in classes to become an RMT (and subsequently had a 30 minute back massage prior to viewing) I would be hunting down and killing a director right now. I just saw a film called "10 Attitudes". It was a "serious" look at how tough gay dating can be... as told by via the tragic story of how a lisping balding late 30's (and yet still judgmental on others) queen gets cheated on after a ten year relationship and then goes on ten dates... with people in their 20's. Seriously. The film tried to make me sad that the "lush that time forgot" couldn't find love in the junior department. All but the last guy are under 30... and a good half are under 25.
And amazingly enough, on date #9 he actually meets a hot 22yo hustler that asks him out because *ahem* he "misses getting to know someone" instead of just having sex. And during the 8th or 9th unexplained crying emotional breakdown of the movie this kid confesses his sad life story and wants to make "a new life story" with the repulsive protagonist. They have sex. Cut to date #10. WHAT!?!
On date #10... his first date with someone even close to his age (the character is supposed to be undefined late thirties, but the actor had to be well into his forties)... he goes out with a 36yo ad executive and hits it off. So cut back to his "Finding Love" therapy session (led by Judy Tenuta... oh how the mighty have fallen). Leo, the 22yo ex-hustler(?), is a member of the therapy group. And the lead starts gushing about the perfect guy he met and after way uncomfortable pause says "Most of you know I went on a few dates with Leo... so I wanted to take this time to tell you (now talking directly to Leo) that it wasn't you. You're just young and you always expected me to pay for things which made me feel like one of your clients." At which point Leo says "It's okay. I understand".
WHAT... THE.... FUCK!
"I know you just changed your whole perpective on the love vs. sex thing just so you could take a chance on me (the first guy you've dated since an abusive past that led you into a life of prostitiution), but I went on a date with someone better. Conviently it was just after we had sex, which I know is going to completely fuck with your recent abdication of the mantra "guys just want sex" but hey... shit happens, right? And don't worry... it's not you... it's just you and the things you do. We're cool, right?"
And we're supposed to accept that Leo finds no fault with that? And feel bad when "Mr. Perfect" ends up having a wife and cheating on both the wife and the protaganist with a 3rd party?
Yeah worst of all... it has a "happy ending" with the fucktard "hero" giving up and moving back to Cleveland only to run into his childhood tormentor at the train station... Tormentor Jack is now conviently gay, apologetic, and the complete and total soul mate of lisping lush queen.
FUCK... THAT... SHIT!!!
I've never wanted to burn a movie so bad in my entire life. Especially considering the fuck-up plot was backed with bad writing, a shaky hand-cam film quality, and a host of "suprise" celebrities like Bud from Married with Children, et al.
And the saddest part about it is that I know several men that think like this. Late thirty to forty year olds who complain about how horrible their life is because the can't find a 22yo who "really gets them" and pine in their lonliness when they won't give guys thier age a second look. They actually had a scene in the movie of the lead looking through online photos and making fun of them before finally "settling" on a 23yo italian coke fiend. Now why didn't that date turn out okay?
Honestly it's one of my biggest fears that I sound like one of these guys when I complain of being lonely. Except I'm not dissing guys my own age (or of a similar standard)... I'm rejecting these aforementioned 40yo queens who want me because I'm young. Not like they were winners... but Kinte was 28... Eddie was 26... David was 26... and even though I feel like I'm in my late thirties I am still 25.
*sigh*
Serioudly... if I ever start honestly thinking like the fucktard who made this movie... you have my permission to cut of my nuts with a rusty butter knife.
And amazingly enough, on date #9 he actually meets a hot 22yo hustler that asks him out because *ahem* he "misses getting to know someone" instead of just having sex. And during the 8th or 9th unexplained crying emotional breakdown of the movie this kid confesses his sad life story and wants to make "a new life story" with the repulsive protagonist. They have sex. Cut to date #10. WHAT!?!
On date #10... his first date with someone even close to his age (the character is supposed to be undefined late thirties, but the actor had to be well into his forties)... he goes out with a 36yo ad executive and hits it off. So cut back to his "Finding Love" therapy session (led by Judy Tenuta... oh how the mighty have fallen). Leo, the 22yo ex-hustler(?), is a member of the therapy group. And the lead starts gushing about the perfect guy he met and after way uncomfortable pause says "Most of you know I went on a few dates with Leo... so I wanted to take this time to tell you (now talking directly to Leo) that it wasn't you. You're just young and you always expected me to pay for things which made me feel like one of your clients." At which point Leo says "It's okay. I understand".
WHAT... THE.... FUCK!
"I know you just changed your whole perpective on the love vs. sex thing just so you could take a chance on me (the first guy you've dated since an abusive past that led you into a life of prostitiution), but I went on a date with someone better. Conviently it was just after we had sex, which I know is going to completely fuck with your recent abdication of the mantra "guys just want sex" but hey... shit happens, right? And don't worry... it's not you... it's just you and the things you do. We're cool, right?"
And we're supposed to accept that Leo finds no fault with that? And feel bad when "Mr. Perfect" ends up having a wife and cheating on both the wife and the protaganist with a 3rd party?
Yeah worst of all... it has a "happy ending" with the fucktard "hero" giving up and moving back to Cleveland only to run into his childhood tormentor at the train station... Tormentor Jack is now conviently gay, apologetic, and the complete and total soul mate of lisping lush queen.
FUCK... THAT... SHIT!!!
I've never wanted to burn a movie so bad in my entire life. Especially considering the fuck-up plot was backed with bad writing, a shaky hand-cam film quality, and a host of "suprise" celebrities like Bud from Married with Children, et al.
And the saddest part about it is that I know several men that think like this. Late thirty to forty year olds who complain about how horrible their life is because the can't find a 22yo who "really gets them" and pine in their lonliness when they won't give guys thier age a second look. They actually had a scene in the movie of the lead looking through online photos and making fun of them before finally "settling" on a 23yo italian coke fiend. Now why didn't that date turn out okay?
Honestly it's one of my biggest fears that I sound like one of these guys when I complain of being lonely. Except I'm not dissing guys my own age (or of a similar standard)... I'm rejecting these aforementioned 40yo queens who want me because I'm young. Not like they were winners... but Kinte was 28... Eddie was 26... David was 26... and even though I feel like I'm in my late thirties I am still 25.
*sigh*
Serioudly... if I ever start honestly thinking like the fucktard who made this movie... you have my permission to cut of my nuts with a rusty butter knife.