Amateur Night at the Movies. But would it ever have been exhibited even then -- would there ever have been such a night in the first place -- if the movie couldn't have been subsumed under the banner of the New Gay Cinema or the Gay New Wave or the gay whatever? The hitherto underground filmmaker, Gregg Araki, seems not so much independent as completely bereft. This in itself needn't have been an insurmountable obstacle -- as long as talent and taste weren't among the things he was bereft of -- and the sense of disenfranchisement even lends a kind of corroboration to the depicted subculture. Namely, a subculture in which a total stranger can be expected to butt in on a public streetcorner and say something like "You know what AIDS stands for? Adios, Infected Dick Suckers!" That sort of episode needs a far larger loan of corroboration, however. And it doesn't get it from the unknown actors, sinking like stones to the level of the script and presumably of their salaries. And there is no let-up in that sort of episode: the need for a loan develops into a bottomless pit. Craig Gilmore, Mike Dytri. (1992) — Duncan Shepherd
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