Reminiscent of Sunset Boulevard, Hustler White transposes the action from the silver screen's old movie backlots to contemporary male prostitution and the porn industry. Said to be an homage to classic Hollywood cinema.
Horror movie about three wicked sisters and their equally unsavory husbands who all arrive at a remote inn where they mean to attend the reading of their uncle's will. One by one, the heirs... See full summary »
The torrid love affair between a 40-year-old man who lives isolated from the world, in his small farm nearby São Paulo and a politically engaged 30-year-old journalist. One morning, after a... See full summary »
Ruth de Souza,
Olaf and his mother run a boarding house and a white slavery ring. They also smuggle heroin to keep the addict girls happy so they do not try and escape. A young couple move into the house ... See full summary »
How's your mother?
She threw me out. I guess she got tired of me using all her hairspray.
Where are you living now?
Some hole in the wall on the Lower East Side. It's not much to look at but it's rent controlled. I don't keep much food over there because ever time I do the cockroaches mug me for the food I bring home.
How much rent do you pay?
40 a month. I've been so desperate for cash that I've been trying to make the landlord make me live rent free for the past two months. I figure that if I...
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For all its technical brilliance, not to mention its finely-crafted script, this film is rather stolen by the mesmerizing performance of Joe Powers (aka Richard Towers - known to us all, of course, as Gaylord St. James). It is difficult to pin down quite what makes him such a screen presence, but I do think he is one of the most criminally under-rated actors Hollywood has produced. He just commands the screen with a quiet but charismatic majesty. He has no Oscars - unbelievable.
The rest of the film is a slick, thoughtful meditation on the nature of identity, sexual freedom, and the radical indeterminacy of language. It poses questions about 1970s urban ennui that other films dared not whisper, and its aesthetics - that hazy, kinetic cinematography and beautifully jarring camera-work - put me in mind of a young Godard. But, in the end, Gaylord St. James trumps all this.
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