The Gist:
It's 1994 and an avant garde indie New York theater director/writer has just died from AIDS. His lover and friends have an impromptu gathering to mourn / celebrate him as his lover waits for the dead man's disapproving mother to show up and throw him out of his apartment as it's under the dead man's name.
Comments:
For a long while there was a joke that all gay themed movies had to deal with AIDS and for a long time it was more or less true. Understandable given the impact the disease had on the community and the resulting need to process and deal with this impact. Meaning that this movie is much a product of its time, in sorrow at least if not in anger, since unlike other AIDS themed movies there is no fury at the 'system' failing us as people died.
So in the story we have a dead man who we still get to see thanks to the conceit of video diary entries he made while still alive and the impact his death (and life) has had on his gathered friends.
The movie isn't horrible. That said, the acting is largely mediocre, the story is not overly engaging, and despite his presence on the poster Quentin Crisp is barely in it (and not in a particularly interesting role).
Unless you absolutely need to see every AIDS related gay movie there is, this one is more than skippable.
Women:
Yes
Yes
People of Color:
No, only white people live in New York
No, only white people live in New York
Gratuitous nudity:
No
No
- Director: Neil Ira Needleman
- Writer: Neil Ira Needleman
- Actors: Robert Parker, Christopher Cappiello, Quenton Crisp
- 62 min
- IMDB
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