I'd heard of this movie in passing a couple of times, and it came up in the group movie night.
I guess I don't know what I expected, but dang, dude. The entire time I watched this my only primary thought was: there's no way anything like this really existed, right?
This is a movie where Al Pacino plays an undercover cop who has to pretend that he's gay in order to catch a murderer who is only killing gay men. It's left open to interpretation, but being around so many gay men seems to leave Pacino's character... struggling with some feelings.
The thing is, when Pacino enters gay bars in this movie, they're depicted more like brothels. It's like Pacino goes to "the gay part of town" where everybody's getting it with everybody else pretty much everywhere you look. Public, private, it doesn't matter, it's moaning and grinding and groping as far as the eye can see. A moderate amount of bare ass, and I swear I might have even seen a brief flash of penetration in the theater scene. Calling this "steamy" is an understatement.
For as pearl-clutching as society can be about sex today, there's no way 35-100 leather daddies all claimed a five block radius and never got hassled about it back in 1980... Right? I guess I wasn't born yet, so anything's possible.
Really wild movie, though. Not surprised to read it was almost rated X. A lot of this movie is just letting the lens wander -- the murder mystery is fairly simple by comparison.
I guess I don't know what I expected, but dang, dude. The entire time I watched this my only primary thought was: there's no way anything like this really existed, right?
This is a movie where Al Pacino plays an undercover cop who has to pretend that he's gay in order to catch a murderer who is only killing gay men. It's left open to interpretation, but being around so many gay men seems to leave Pacino's character... struggling with some feelings.
The thing is, when Pacino enters gay bars in this movie, they're depicted more like brothels. It's like Pacino goes to "the gay part of town" where everybody's getting it with everybody else pretty much everywhere you look. Public, private, it doesn't matter, it's moaning and grinding and groping as far as the eye can see. A moderate amount of bare ass, and I swear I might have even seen a brief flash of penetration in the theater scene. Calling this "steamy" is an understatement.
For as pearl-clutching as society can be about sex today, there's no way 35-100 leather daddies all claimed a five block radius and never got hassled about it back in 1980... Right? I guess I wasn't born yet, so anything's possible.
Really wild movie, though. Not surprised to read it was almost rated X. A lot of this movie is just letting the lens wander -- the murder mystery is fairly simple by comparison.