Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild

Gay cinema is amazing, and I don't just mean the efforts of the French, the Italians, the Chinese, the Israelis and even the Nigerians. The English can toss out the occasional gay masterpiece, too.

Surprisingly enough, Americanites can too, as anyone who's seen Mysterious Skin will attest. And I have high hopes for the forthcoming movie version of Noah's Arc.

So who watches gay cinema, exactly? Most of my gay friends and aquaintances don't, and I suspect it's mostly women and the dreaded liberal middle classes (in between bouts of coke snorting and civilised dinner parties).

The release of Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild hasn't met with much approval by the mainstream press, but they seem to be missing the point. "What ever happened to gay style and flair?" asks the New York Times. Well, Mister Times, not every fag is blessed with it. (Style and flair, that is).

I wasn't a big fan of Another Gay Movie, to which AGS:GGW is a sequel; it was a trashy 90 minutes with only Matthew Rush and Darryl Stephens holding my attention. It was a gay version of brain-dead American crap like American Pie et cetera.

And that's the whole point.

The beauty of Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild is that we can. Five, ten years ago, would there be a movie like this? It's fun, mindless nonsense that we can tune out to, be grossed out by, laugh, grimace and rail against. We deserve the freedom to be truly awful - breeders do it all the time, and so can we.

Here's to a second sequel - and if you're oblivious to worthy gay cinema, it is out there: you just haven't found it.