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Wednesday, Aug 27 2008
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ANOTHER GAY SEQUEL: GAYS GONE WILD Previously on Another Gay Movie, Todd Stephens’ racist and pandering but almost canny response to American Pie, Nico thankfully lost his shit before almost getting it from Richard Hatch, Superman-ish Jarod gave in to Griff’s big nerd cock, and Andy sacrificed his ass cherry to two dicks at once. Flash-forward to the equally desperate Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild, which begins with a nightmare that doesn’t let up even after Nico (Jonah Blechman) wakes up. Virgins no more, the motley crew of fags (all played by different actors except for Blechman’s nelly queen) travel to Fort Lauderdale — think Fire Island as reimagined by Rainbow Brite — for a fucktastic spring break that ends with trite lessons learned about monogamy, ostracism and the sparring ways of the heart and hole. Having blown his satirical load on the first film, Stephens settles for grand-scale minstrelsy this time around, giving scant screen time to Lady Bunny and Whitney Houston — er, RuPaul — and way too much to Amanda Lepore’s tits and our community’s own Stepin Fetchit, Perez Hilton. Bigger, longer, and uncut — but only in the phallic sense — this mincing bad time is built entirely around shrill pop-culture references. But how queer am I that I knew its only funny line was taken wholesale from the great Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion? (Sunset 5) (Ed Gonzalez)

 

GO BEAUTIFUL LOSERS The ongoing trouble with docs about artists is that too few are very artfully made themselves, or else they fail to demonstrate any insight into their subjects’ impulses/goals/creative processes. Displaying artwork onscreen and interpreting it via talking-head sound bites has become the new dancing-about-architecture. Alleged gallery curator turned filmmaker Aaron Rose’s celebratory portrait of the early-’90s L.E.S. fringe artists who took part in his traveling exhibition — success stories like propaganda parodist Shepard Fairey, Thumbsucker director and visual artist Mike Mills and skateboarding prodigy turned photographer and painter Ed Templeton — makes all the aforementioned missteps. “Look how cool my dispossessed friends are!” the filmmaker seems to boast when fellow DIY-er Harmony Korine amusingly tells playground kids that his friend’s decapitated head was found where they’re playing. Rose superficially confronts the tenuously connected (or, in this case, thinly spread) group on the mainstream’s co-opting of their outsider sensibilities and the personal expressions that define their work. He, like the artists, seems uninterested in reflecting on society or culture writ large. Yet regardless of Rose’s intentions, his underachieving airiness is both entertaining and perfectly fitting for the slacker ennui of his clique’s rising years — when comic books were for nerds, skateboarding and graffiti for rebels, and none of these cats could’ve predicted the Pepsi and Marc Jacobs campaigns coming their way. (Nuart) (Aaron Hillis)

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