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Interview: 27th cleveland international film festival
27th cleveland international film festival |
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NINE DEAD GAY GUYS
Do you possess the testicular fortitude to watch the comedy
that is without a doubt the most tasteless film in this years CIFF?
And which is neither "Jackass: The Movie" nor "Patch
Adams?" Welcome to NINE DEAD GAY GUYS, a wry, ribald romp through
uncharted territory with no shame whatsoever. The Queen is dead not,
not her, but His Majesty, a Londoner whose, um, scepter has reached
royal dimensions, and 'twas a rare rod that could rise to the Real Hard
Two Red Bull test (don't ask if you don't have to), a prerequisite to
pleasuring the money-hording Orthodox Jew known as Golder's Green. But,
while Green was away at synagogue services one night, someone felled
the Queen with a class 5 offensive weapon AKA a hand-held electric cattle
prod. And the two private dicks investigating the homo-cide aren't licensed
detectives, but do know their way around licentious privates; they're
Byron and Kenny, a pair o'Irish lads who have learned to supplement
a vagrant's income from the government dole by giving oral services
(the kind that requires no speaking) to certain well-heeled older men.
Life indeed sucks for this duo. But if whoever sent the Queen to the
great queer-after did it to steal Golder's Green's fortune, then Byron
and Kenny could put their hands on a real treasure. They might also
find the cash, too. "Austin Powers" is a Family Film entry
compared to this outré exercise in transgressive farce that actually
does serve up a moral in the end. Adults only!
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