Lars and the Angry Itch

I’m feeling a bit guilty about not supporting the bummers and muff divers film festival. Usually I go to quite a few films, but this time there was little that appealed. The thriller with Patti D’Arbanville I wanted to see was sold out and I can’t make it to RuPaul’s Starrbooty (SOB!), so I’m making a token effort with a documentary next Monday.

Called Gay – So What? it’s an investigation into contemporary gay life in a number of capital cities, including Berlin, London and Paris.

The press shot is a fantastic picture of Amanda LePore so hopefully it’ll be worth it just for her bit.

It’s got to be better than what I saw at “the pictures” this weekend - Lars and the Real Girl. I don’t really know what I was thinking. Well actually, I do, I was hoping for something dark and a bit nasty, like Dennis Hopper playing Feck in River’s Edge. Feck is a dysfunctional recluse who has been living with a blow-up doll for two decades. He serenades her, protects her and very definitely, um, fecks her. It’s all just so wrong that it’s perfect – makes your skin crawl while you’re laughing out loud. Lars ATRG is more like The Care Bears ... or, if I dare say it, Forrest Gump. It’s twee, idealistic and very, VERY sex-free.

It starts off well enough as the kind of lovable loner / outsider makes good thing I was a sucker for when I was younger. An autistic man buys a sex doll that he introduces to his family as his girlfriend. They, after their initial horror, decide to accept her and play along with his fantasy. Heart-warming at first, but then the ENTIRE TOWN start playing along, including the local school, hospital, emergency services and church. My head was lolling from side to side by the end of it, and the man a few seats along started tutting. I mean, come on ... give us *some* credit!

Most embarrassing of all I paid TWELVE POUNDS for this nonsense, you’d think I had money to burn!

(PS. Anyone want to go and see RuPaul at G.A.Y.this Saturday?)