Just turned 18 young Cliff goes downtown and meets hustler Butch and falls for him. Butch is pretty f**ked up. As an addict his spiral downwards spins off pretty quick, I must add to my comfort and thankfully as the last little snatch of plausibility this film had to offer. Being drawn from stories by Bruce LaBruce one knew what to expect. Thank God his hip hypocrisy when it comes to his own direction was passed to other hands with visible improvement. Though this is not enough.
Brendan Fehr's portrait of Butch is good acting, with one misfire I think. A bit too much accent on the likable-because-good-underneath guy. This makes the film implausible, for it steals the comic moments, and gives hints, although not making something work out, either as morality lesson, or letting it be just plainly cynical. Andre Noble's twit undercurrent was spot on, though I am not so sure about his somewhat raging blandness at the end. But this is more the script's blandness.
I liked the cinematography, as if it was coming from an early nineties New Queer Cinema feature. But as another reviewer mentions, looking so terrible, although obviously intentional, was unwise, too.
Little sis' was the least narcissistic of all people in the film. This does not come off as poignant, but as detrimentally cynical.
As most things in the film, betting on weirdness for its own sake. (The scene in the limo, with all the boys getting naked, almost had something of "Shortbus"'s sheen.)
There was one properly chilling moment: the two guys at the pool being almost comically terifying.
The detail of the fake black nail on Butch's right hand, ah! This is what Bruce LaBruce's punk grit comes down to: have a black nail just to get high.
Brendan Fehr's portrait of Butch is good acting, with one misfire I think. A bit too much accent on the likable-because-good-underneath guy. This makes the film implausible, for it steals the comic moments, and gives hints, although not making something work out, either as morality lesson, or letting it be just plainly cynical. Andre Noble's twit undercurrent was spot on, though I am not so sure about his somewhat raging blandness at the end. But this is more the script's blandness.
I liked the cinematography, as if it was coming from an early nineties New Queer Cinema feature. But as another reviewer mentions, looking so terrible, although obviously intentional, was unwise, too.
Little sis' was the least narcissistic of all people in the film. This does not come off as poignant, but as detrimentally cynical.
As most things in the film, betting on weirdness for its own sake. (The scene in the limo, with all the boys getting naked, almost had something of "Shortbus"'s sheen.)
There was one properly chilling moment: the two guys at the pool being almost comically terifying.
The detail of the fake black nail on Butch's right hand, ah! This is what Bruce LaBruce's punk grit comes down to: have a black nail just to get high.