Showing posts with label male sexuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label male sexuality. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Male sexuality, via the penis, gets a look-see in Brian Fender's new DICK: THE DOCUMENTARY


More than five years in the making (the filmmaker evidently began work on this documentary back in 2008 when he took an ad out on CraigsList, asking if there were men out there willing to show and talk about their sexual apparatus), DICK: THE DOCUMENTARY arrives tomorrow on VOD and DVD (pre-order, anyway) in a not-quite-hour-long parade of male members, in the flesh, accompanied by verbal explanations from the bearers of what their penis means to them, how they first became aware of it and what it could do, as well as how it has affected their lives -- for good or not so. And if you don't already know that bigger is probably better, you certainly will once you've seen and heard from these guys.

Our fellows were promised by their director -- filmmaker Brian Fender (shown at right) -- anonymity both visually (although the penis is on full parade, nothing above the neck is ever visible) and ID-wise (the names have been changed to protect the, well, innocent). Each man shows, up, strips and stands in front of the camera, cock front and center, as he answers question from the filmmaker and then, sometimes, begins to elaborate on his own. After spending an initial time with each, Fender begins inter-cutting back and forth between his men, building up a kind of testament to what the penis really means. After all the symbolism and penile stand-ins that we've experienced in our culture -- from skyscrapers and automobiles to bananas and zucchinis -- it's rather a pleasure to have the real thing in front of us to view and talk about and finally, maybe, begin to understand.

Mr. Fender and his producer/sidekick Chiemi Karasawa (shown at left) have chosen a nice variety here, too. The men range in age from 20s through the 70s and they're straight, gay and bi, while their dicks run the gamut -- small, large, thick, thin, circumcised,  uncut, white, black, Latin (but no Asian cock that I could see, which seems a pity the movie wasn't a tad more inclusive).

Conversational topics range from that first ejaculation (usually quite a surprise) to the part religion plays in the use, abuse and care of the cock, and whether or not size matters. Clearly, it does. The biggest dick of them all tell us, "For a time I resented my penis because I never knew if it was me or my big cock that the person really cared about." Still, and as expected, this guy eventually came around to accepting and delighting in his huge member.

Not so the fellow with the smallest dick on display here. That has been a problems his entire life, and it's one that shows little signs of abating with old age.

We hear about that first sexual experience, of pedophiles and horny teen-agers, of styles of lovemaking, how to keep the uncut dick clean and odor-free, and how best to masturbate. (Turns out that when you're circumcised, it helps immensely if the doctor or mohel didn't cut off too much flesh. These professionals should know by now to leave enough skin to properly play with.)

The downside is not neglected, either. We hear about erectile dysfunction, prostate cancer and its effect on the libido and penis. We even learn the ins and outs of penile implants. One fit fellow, straight all his earlier life, explains how has now enjoys having sex with men. "Its good," he says, "because they don't expect anything afterward."

The movie's piece de resistance, however, has got to be the section midway along, when we simply see, in profile, a nice-sized dick slowly harden up until it reaches full erection. No explanation necessary. Why men so prize (and worry and wonder about) their cocks, and how and why the penis is seen to be that "tower of power" is on full display here.

Dick: the Doc is a film that ought to be shown to all youngsters during adolescence, to give them the full explanation of things that their father probably won't (none of the men shown here got a proper sex education from Dad). Fender and Karasawa have done a real service for us guys, de-mythologizing the penis while celebrating it, too. Theirs is a smart and -- depending on your sexual preferences and POV -- a pretty hot doc. You can view it exclusively online beginning tomorrow, September 12. For more information go to IndiePix Films by clicking here.

Monday, August 25, 2014

In the mood for a gorgeous visual nightmare? Try Hélène Cattet & Bruno Forzani's THE STRANGE COLOR OF YOUR BODY'S TEARS


Should fabulously imaginative, if rather dark, visuals be your thing, rush right out to see THE STRANGE COLOR OF YOUR BODY'S TEARS. While watching this very odd movie, which is unlike most else that I've seen, I was put in mind of another film I'd viewed a few years back, neither the name of which nor the particular filmmaker I could remember. But the very off-kilter visuals, the "darkness" of the themes, the barely concealed sexuality, and the uneasy/queasy combination of sex and violence -- all of this kept bringing to mind that earlier movie.

Sure enough, when I finished watching and went to the IMDB to look up the filmmaker(s) -- Hélène Cattet and  Bruno Forzani (shown above) -- there they were. And there it was, too:  that earlier movie -- Amer -- that this new one called to mind. Turns out this talented, if unusual, pair had made both films.

The plot of their latest, such as it is, does not particularly lend itself to description. Best to think of it as a kind of unending nightmare: one of those that goes from seemingly normal and routine to suddenly way off-base -- a man (Klaus Tange, above) returns from a business trip to find his wife missing (we suspect we have just seen her murdered, but we don't know for certain that the woman is his wife) -- and then into the utterly bizarre and fragmented, lunatic and perverse.

Involved in all this are stories within stories that include the man's neighbors (one of whom is above), that missing wife and/or maybe another woman (below), a seemingly useless detective (further below), and other assorted characters -- who may or may not even exist.

All this could be taking place within the mind of our not-quite hero, rather than in any kind of "real" world -- which, in any case, this movie never begins to approach.

But, ah, the colors and patterns and designs and cinematography (Manuel Dacosse) and editing (Bernard Beets). These are very nearly hypnotic (sometimes a little too much so) and often so beautiful, if always threaten-ing and dark, that you really do not want to take your eyes off the screen.

The movie is also highly sexual/violent (Amer, as I recall, was seen from a woman's viewpoint; this one is certainly more from a man's) with everything from male and female full-frontal on display to more subtle ramifications of sexuality.

So what's really going on here? By film's end, I think we know, but I am not sure if the movie-makers would consider my talking about it as a spoiler. So maybe, should you plan to see this film, better skip the following paragraph.

What we may have here (I say "may" because I can't be absolutely sure) is another nod to childhood sexuality and how it can frame sex for us for the remainder of our lives.  The visuals used to offer this up are as stunning as are all the rest in the film, yet the idea itself may by now be a bit overused.

Still, I swear you're not going to want to look away for even one second, so enticing (and then unsettling) is what Cattet and Forzani have on offer.

From Strand Releasing and running a just-slightly overlong 102 minutes, The Strange Color of Your Body's Tears (hard to resist a title like that!) opens theatrically this Friday, August 29, in New York City at the IFC Center and in Los Angeles at the Arena Cinema.

Friday, December 27, 2013

Kyle Patrick Alvarez's C.O.G., w/Jonathan Groff, brings David Sedaris' story smartly to the screen

Another well-executed, intelligent, and very well-acted American indie film that met with lukewarm reception and quickly disap-peared from theater screens, C.O.G. is only the second work from a talented newcomer named Kyle Patrick Alvarez, who, with his first film Easier With Practice, and now this one, has given us two unusual, well-crafted movies that challenge the viewer in ways quite different from how critics and audiences alike respond to most American indies.

Sexuality is one of the major themes in both movies, but Mr. Alvarez, shown at left, approaches this obliquely. In Easier With Practice, his hero is drawn to a woman he meets via telephone. Only slowly -- then finally suddenly -- does he take the full measure of this person, as well as coming to terms with who he is (or might be). In C.O.G. (I guessed the meaning of this acronym pretty quickly, mostly likely because of my religious upbringing), our hero -- one of the most initially unlikable to be found in recent film -- is struggling with his sexuality, though he does not seem to be anything close to fully aware of this.

Alvarez based his screenplay on the story by David Sedaris (unread by me) and which is probably somewhat autobiographical. It follows a young man, David (played by the very good Jonathan Groff, shown above, on poster top, and below) from the east coast, distanced from his parents in both location and feelings, who takes a job picking apples in Oregon. An rather entitled little twat, he doesn't fit in with the rest of the migrant workers, nor does he even try, though he desperately wants, it eventually becomes clear, to somehow fit in somewhere.

David's fear keeps him from initiating much, though he follows along when others around him call the shots. These include an interesting co-worker, Curly (House of Cards' Corey Stoll, above, left), at the apple factory where he ends up working when the orchard proves too much...

...and an even more interesting Christian proselytizer named Jon (the always terrific Denis O'Hare, above, right), who takes David in, teaches him a skill, and expects some religious payback for his trouble. Also on view is the "perfect" nuclear family with whom Jon resides, which includes a lovely and helpful mom (played by Casey Wilson, below, in mirror)

Mr. Alvarez's handling of everything from the migrants to the apple factory workers (that's Dale Dickey, as the funniest of the bunch, below, right) to fundamentalism is thoughtful, truthful and specific. Class, sex and religion all figure in here, but instead of the usual knee-jerk stuff, we come away with some understanding of all the people involved, how they affect our 'hero" and what they expect from him.

Trouble is, David is simply unable at this point to open up to any of them, and especially not to himself. A movie that featured a hero more certain about who he is might have easily gone in any number of typical and probably satisfying directions. Our boy, nowhere near autonomous as yet, can't take any of these paths, and this is one of the things that makes C.O.G. so unusual and believable.

Audiences and critics alike these days seem to want their movies well-chewed and practically pre-digested. Something a little rough and raw they don't know what to do with or how to handle. A shame, really. This is why Alvarez's little film slipped so easily through the cracks. But in its quiet, unprepossessing manner, it speaks clearly to us -- about the mirror images of religion and hypocrisy, of the value of work and friendship, intimacy and sex, and of families real and arranged.

This is a lovely little movie, certainly no great mover or shaker, but something to watch, enjoy and learn from. I can't wait to see what Mr. Alvarez tackles next. Meanwhile, you can view C.O.G. now via Netflix streaming, on Amazon Instant Video and on DVD. (That's Dean Stockwell, at right in the photo above, giving another quietly fine performance as the apple orchard's kind-but-no-nonsense owner.)

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Netflix streaming tip: PLAN B from Marco Berger -- and news of a new Berger flick, HAWAII, and its Kickstarter campaign -- plus an email Q&A with the filmmaker


If there is anything the world needs right now (short of a quick solution to global warming, and, here in America, any means, short of armed revolution, to wrest our political elections and hence our political leaders, out of the hands of the wealthy, powerful and increasingly corporate/global), that need -- movie-wise -- is some kind of way into the labyrinthine world of Netflix streaming. There are simply so many choices. To that end TrustMovies is going to try to devote a post, at least once weekly, to a Netflix streaming tip. A new friend has even suggested that I devote an entire blog to this, and indeed this problem could use many blogs. (I know that one such already exists, and it is quite good -- if a little too mainstream. Click on the previous link and try it.) 

But as there is only one of me, and currently I am asked to cover an impossible amount of movies (last week, here in New York City, 25 new films opened theatrically!), I will do this as often as possible -- sometimes with a film I have only just seen, others times by re-posting an old review of a film now available to stream via Netflix). So let's start with this revisited and slightly edited post about a very important film from two years ago....

On one level PLAN B, the currently streaming and DVD-ing Argentine film by Marco Berger, is a fun and funny little movie about romance and revenge gone goofily awry. When Bruno (newcomer Manuel Vignau), the hirsute, hunky but rather hollow young man who's been dumped by his girlfriend Laura (another newcomer Mercedes Quinteros) decides to get revenge on her and her new boyfriend Pedro (played by the very interesting, works-a-lot actor Lucas Ferraro), he suggests to Laura that her new guy looks gay -- and then begins a clandestine relationship with Pedro to try to prove his point. Berger's movie works perfectly well on this level, providing charm, smarts and even -- depending on your sophistication level and how many movies of this sort you've seen -- some surprises.

On another level (several of them, in fact,) the movie opens up a Pandora's Box of questions that, once asked, need to be further explored, if not answered fully, since those answers will most likely differ from person to person. Mr. Berger, shown at right, appears (on the basis of what we see and hear in Plan B) too smart a guy and too good a filmmaker not to know what he has wrought in his little rom-com-cum-stealth-missile. Is gay attraction and behavior absolutely built-in or can it be learned? Can two presumably straight guys fall in romantic love over the long haul merely by spending time together and growing attached?  If so, just how malleable is sexuality?

Over the decades, Kinsey and other sex researchers have tried to answer questions like these, but given the strictures places on sexuality by religion and social mores, not to mention mankind's (male version) tendency to want to appear as macho as possible, getting an honest reading on the subject seems well nigh impossible. All of which makes Berger's little effort the more subversively explosive.

The two men bond easily and quickly around a few subjects they find in common, particularly games and icons from their youth. Alcohol and light drug-use help, too, as do the very natural, laid-back performances from the two actos (Vignau is shown above, right, Ferraro at left).  It would make sense that neither of them would possess a trace of behavior that might appear gay -- why would they? -- so their increasing friendship seems both natural and suspect, particularly on the part of Bruno, since his original intent was to "reveal" his opponent.  Revelation can come in many different ways, of course, since we all wear masks.

As a filmmaker, Berger trusts his instinct to stay away from not only the overly expository but, surprisingly, even dialog itself. The first four minutes of the film are dialog-free -- all ambient sounds -- and often along the way, the writer/director opts for his characters to remain silent. When it does arrive, his dialog is always believable and cogent, but the film's most memorable scenes may be those that are nearly silent: at the beach, people-watching, or a character lingering over a letter until he fully comprehends it. As director, Berger also seems to enjoy showing us odd shots of local architecture -- why, I am not sure -- but these do not distract much from our enjoyment.

Plan B just may be the longest pre-coital romance in cinema history, and to the filmmaker's credit, this full-length flirtation works better than it has any right to. (Still, at 103 minutes, the movie would have profited by being cut by at least ten, so as not to test our patience quite so much.)  For a film with strong gay content, the movie is surprisingly chaste, which actually adds to its charm. When our boys wake up in the morning (above) they have their shorts on, of course, and nothing has happened -- except some typical early morning tumescence. Finally, it's the performances by Vignau and Ferraro that do the most to bring home Berger's message: "In order to understand you, people have to see through your eyes."  Plan B allows us to do this, and the view is alternately sad and warm, foolish and funny.

Wolfe Video, increasingly important as a source for GLBT films, is the distributor of Plan B, which became available for sale or rent on October, 26, 2010 --and now can be streamed via Netflix.

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TrustMovies recently heard from Mr. Berger (shown at left) about his new film titled HAWAII, which is currently being partially funded by a campaign on Kickstarter. The campaign -- to raise some $40,000 in the next four weeks (27 days actually remain) ends of October 19, so if any of my readers out there can come up with extra money (and yes, I know how difficult that is these days), please do.

I think Berger is among the better young filmmakers working today. I am still hoping to be able to see his second film, Absent, about which I hear wonderful things but can currently only be "Saved" on Netflix (which is often not a good sign re actual availability, ever).

So click here, please, and take a good long look at Hawaii's Kickstarter campaign. Watch the filmmaker's intro/trailer (it's lovely), read about the film and what Berger hopes to accomplish, and if you are able, contribute.

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Normally TM would wait until all of a particular post was available before he posted. But because I want to get world out ASAP about this Hawaii campaign, I am posting now. As soon as I hear back from the filmmaker about his responses to my above review of Plan B, what he agrees with and what he doesn't -- a critic is not usually lucky enough to get this kind of feedback from a filmmaker (at least this one isn't) so I am looking forward to learning what he thinks -- I'll get the remainder of this post up.

OK: Marco has weighed in (and I apologize because it has taken me awhile to find time to post his comments). But here they are, along with my questions/responses. Below, TM is in boldface, and Marco in standard type:

M.B.: I think your analysis of the film is brilliant.

TM: I don't know that even I would go that far. But thanks!

It is true I wanted to question sexuality, taste and the roots of desire & attraction, but I don't dare to answer, just to question.

I am glad to hear you say that because, I don't know that any of us has many answers regarding sexuality -- except maybe where we ourselves are concerned.

I only wanted to say that love is a very strange thing that probably anybody can understand. But there are many that don't understand what it means to be gay, and so with Plan B, they can maybe reflect themselves onto the film and at least get closer to understanding why sometimes we choose the same sex.

What you describe above is one of the most difficult things for a person to do, I  believe. But I also think Plan B comes as close to helping us achieve this as any other movie I've seen.

Some of your doubts about the film are mysterious to me, even if I made the film.

You mean about the shots of the architecture?

What I said above is also the reason for the long building shots. I never meant to bore people, but I wanted to let them think about every little scene in the film and to take their own conclusions. That's why it may be boring if you are already gay, but if you never understood gay people and then see this film, you can be in Pablo or Bruno mind and put yourself in their situation and understand a little better.

Right. And you really do let us get into their mind and feelings.

So I could say Plan B is a gay film but also is oriented to everyone, to make them think about the meaning of choosing something different. The biggest challenge of the film is to make ANY spectator wish that these two end up together. Thank you very much again for the review and I hope this explanation fills some of your doubts.

It does. So you are welcome -- and thank you for your movie!

Special thanks to Movie Screen Shots 
for the use of the final four photos.)

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Marco Berger's PLAN B: a long, sweet, faux flirtation that asks an incendiary question

On one level PLAN B, the recently released-to-DVD Argentine film by Marco Berger, is a fun and funny little movie about romance and revenge gone goofily awry.  When Bruno (newcomer Manuel Vignau), the hirsute, hunky but rather hollow young man who's been dumped by his girlfriend Laura (another newcomer Mercedes Quinteros) decides to get revenge on her and her new boyfriend Pedro (played by the very interesting, works-a-lot actor Lucas Ferraro), he suggests to Laura that her new guy looks gay -- and then begins a clandestine relationship with Pedro to try to prove his point. Berger's movie works perfectly well on this level, providing charm, smarts and even -- depending on your sophistication level and how many movies of this sort you've seen -- some surprises.

On another level (several of them, in fact,) the movie opens up a Pandora's Box of questions that, once asked, need to be further explored, if not answered fully, since those answers will most likely differ from person to person. Mr. Berger, shown at right, appears (on the basis of what we see and hear in Plan B) too smart a guy and too good a filmmaker not to know what he has wrought in his little rom-com-cum-stealth-missile. Is gay attraction and behavior absolutely built-in or can it be learned? Can two presumably straight guys fall in romantic love over the long haul merely by spending time together and growing attached?  If so, just how malleable is sexuality?

Over the decades, Kinsey and other sex researchers have tried to answer questions like these, but given the strictures places on sexuality by religion and social mores, not to mention mankind's (male version) tendency to want to appear as macho as possible, getting an honest reading on the subject seems well nigh impossible. All of which makes Berger's little effort the more subversively explosive.

The two men bond easily and quickly around a few subjects they find in common, particularly games and icons from their youth. Alcohol and light drug-use help, too, as do the very natural, laid-back performances from the two actos (Vignau is shown above, right, Ferraro at left).  It would make sense that neither of them would possess a trace of behavior that might appear gay -- why would they? -- so their increasing friendship seems both natural and suspect, particularly on the part of Bruno, since his original intent was to "reveal" his opponent.  Revelation can come in many different ways, of course, since we all wear masks.

As a filmmaker, Berger trusts his instinct to stay away from not only the overly expository but, surprisingly, even dialog itself. The first four minutes of the film are dialog-free -- all ambient sounds -- and often along the way, the writer/director opts for his characters to remain silent. When it does arrive, his dialog is always believable and cogent, but the film's most memorable scenes may be those that are nearly silent: at the beach, people-watching, or a character lingering over a letter until he fully comprehends it. As director, Berger also seems to enjoy showing us odd shots of local architecture -- why, I am not sure -- but these do not distract much from our enjoyment.

Plan B just may be the longest pre-coital romance in cinema history, and to the filmmaker's credit, this full-length flirtation works better than it has any right to. (Still, at 103 minutes, the movie would have profited by being cut by at least ten, so as not to test our patience quite so much.)  For a film with strong gay content, the movie is surprisingly chaste, which actually adds to its charm. When our boys wake up in the morning (above) they have their shorts on, of course, and nothing has happened -- except some typical early morning tumescence. Finally, it's the performances by Vignau and Ferraro that do the most to bring home Berger's message: "In order to understand you, people have to see through your eyes."  Plan B allows us to do this, and the view is alternately sad and warm, foolish and funny.

Wolfe Video, increasingly important as a source for GLBT films, is releasing Plan B, which became available for sale or rent on October, 26, 2010.