If Another Gay Movie was surprisingly better than anyone had a right to expect, Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild is far worse than one could possibly imagine. This sloppy sequel finds our four heroes reuniting for Spring Break at Fort Lauderdale and entering a contest where the winner bags the most guys. Pretty much nothing works this time around. It seems inconceivable that the same creative minds are behind this sequel. It trods some of the same territory of its predecessor while attempting to strike out in new directions, but fails on both fronts. While the sight gags plumb ever further depths of tastelessness and gross-out humor is at a maximum, very little of it is actually funny. Some of the jokes do not even fit in appropriately with the film. Gone is the feeling of upbeat light-heartedness that grounded the original. Much of that tone was what made it stand out from the pack, but this sequel feels more like one of the crowd lagging towards the very back. Familiar gay faces make appearances again, but mostly to little avail this time. Of the four leads from the original, only Jonah Blechman returns and it comes as little surprise that he contributes the best performance. After a knowing wink in the opening acknowledging the cast changes, the performances are down hill from there. None of the replacements equal or better their predecessors. Aaron Michael Davies and Jimmy Clabots are cute as the gay couple, but they are unable to capture the appealing chemistry generated by Mitch Morris and Jonathan Chase in the original. And the screenplay is no friend to them in that respect. If Michael Carbonaro was a dynamo in the hilarious focal role in the original, then Jake Mosser is downright tragic as a replacement. Mosser is arguably more conventionally handsome than Carbonaro, but he has no comic timing and does literally nothing in the part. Another disappointment is that while the original film truly seemed to like its main characters and have some degree of respect for them no matter the ludicrous indignities being suffered, this sequel rarely treats them as anything more than props for the next gross-out gag. While there is a decent amount of male skin on view, this sequel never manages the feat of the original that was able to expertly balance appropriate amounts of nudity, titillation and comedy. Certainly there are no guilty pleasures as amazing in this sequel as the simultaneously hilarious and erotic moment from the original when three of the guys tapped into a security cam in a gym shower room to perve at a clueless Jason Ridge having a "private" moment. In fact, there really are no memorable moments in this sequel. Word has it that creative mind Todd Stephens wants to push for a third film, but this viewer would caution him to reflect long and hard on what made the first film a success before making so much as another step, because this misfire comes close to flushing the whole franchise down the toilet.
Review of Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild!
