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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Kellan Lutz...hearts flutter on Ellen! Cast in role of Poseidon!






Hearts were all aflutter on Ellen this week when Calvin Klein underwear model - Kellan Lutz - trotted out from behind the curtain.

The pulses started racing when Lutz - slated to burst out on the wide screen on June 30th in the Twilight sequel (Eclipse) - sauntered into the studio audience to get up-close-and-personal - after a brief chat on the couch with Ellen.

No bump & grind, though.

The pretty boy's physique has proven to be quite an asset of late.

Lutz's handlers just announced, for instance, that their client has been signed to take on the mantle of  "Poseidon" in a big-budget feature (War of the Gods) starring Mickey Rourke, Henry Cavill, and Freida Pinto.

Mythical or muscular role playing?

Since the project is being billed as a "new action film" it causes one to wonder!

Meanwhile, in the modern day (in a certain part of town), movie-goers can only surmise what ominous events are bound to unfold when "Nightmare on Elm Street" - starring Lutz - splashes (slashes?) across the silver screen April 30th!

Understandably, the rising star has become a triple threat of high order in Hollywood show-biz circles.

Vampire cum God slash hacker!

With a bit of box-office luck, and expert nurturing from his theatrical agent, Lutz may be able to close the door on the cheezy underwear ads in the near future.

Did I hear a sigh of disappointment?




Male erotica!


But, can he act?

Thursday, January 14, 2010

"A Single Man"...Ford's tribute to Calvin Klein homoerotica! Style & no substance...


Julianne Moore's lazy acting asssignment!




A filmgoer has only to spy the producer credit for "A Single Man" to fathom how this arty film - so full of promise - ended up such a slip-shod mess from a critical point of view.

Tom Ford, after all, is a celebrated fashion designer that normally gives sheer beauty form.

Unfortunately, the slick feature - starring Colin Firth - is all style and no substance.

At times, it appears to be an overly-long sensual foray into male homoerotica, with all the arousing qualities of a Calvin Klein commercial

Mr. Ford has intriquing creative ideas, but without a film background to build on, they end up afloat on a sea of uncertainty.

I surmise that Ford is a big fan of foreign film directors such as Fellini & Antonioni.

Indeed, in the final analysis - "A Single Man" - ended up a potpourri of film aesthetics thrown together on the heels of being snatched and grabbed from here and there.

But, without any formal training or movie-making sensibilities to draw on, the Weinstein boutique entry doesn't manage to gel into any cohesive message that  resonates even a smidgen.

Although the dialogue between characters tries desperately to be profound - even thought-provoking at times - the truth of the matter is this.

Folks just don't talk like that in daily conversations in real life.

In the mouths of these babes, words are spoken for effect, not because the character actually believes what they are nattering about.

I'd prefer that a subject in a film speak from the heart (or not, if the characterization requires it) rather than have them talk "at" me to get the screenwriter's point across by banging me over the head with it in an unimaginative pedestrian way.

It would be unfair of me to label - "A Single Man" - a total disaster, though, because it has its precious touching moments.

Colin Firth is remarkable in a nuanced performance; a young actor in the role of a coming-of-age student is outstanding in a tough role, too.

But, Ford's sexual fantasies often distract and take away from what he's trying to accomplish.

For example, two characters artfully-positioned on the beach in one scene, evoke a sensual mood worthy of an ad for Men's cologne, rather than what was ultimately intended (an intimate moment between two lovers).

In one hilarous scene - as Firth's character drives off in his Mercedes - the camera catches the object of his curiosity on a bike with butt prominently turned toward the lens of the  camera.

Obviously, Ford is an "ass" man turned on by young dudes on fast bikes in tight jeans.

One plot line is so preposterous that it stretches one's credulity to think for one moment that the scenario could have actually ever gone down.

For example, when a student flirts with the Professor on campus, Firth's character doesn't even recoil or caution the lad about the propriety of a teacher engaging in such conduct in front of other students or faculty.

The question isn't even raised.

In  today's more lax hang-out society the moment might not raise an eyebrow.

But in the sixties, well, I don't think so.

In a nutshell, the failure of Ford to recognize this, underscores just how sloppy (undisciplined) or downright stupid he is for failing to research the subject matter more thoroughly.

The respected fashion icon probably believes in the tooth fairy, too.




Calvin Klein inspiration!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

American Idol...Adam Lambert courting cute dude! Yummy, judging by the smooch...



Well, Adam turned up at a trendy watering hole this past week with a young cutie in tow.

Heh, dude, not shoddy!

The handsome young toy-boy was packed into tight designer jeans (looked kind of like the battle of the bulge to me) and sported a finely-trimmed beard that edged the stud muffin's well-sculpted chin.

Judging by the grin on the American Idol-winner's face - he's obviously getting nookie - big time!

There's a bit of wild speculation about kinky role-playing going on between-the-sheets.

As the character on "In Living Color" used to say:

"I'm not one to gossip, but - "

News at 11!




Monday, March 16, 2009

Robert Pattinson (Twilight)...tough to have sex doggie-style with straight dude! Scene depicts Salador Dali tryst...

Weird man, but I kinda dug it!



When two gay dudes hook up, and jump into the sack, they generally get the semantics down right-off-the-bat so-to-speak.

The bedside chat may be inclined to drift along these lines.

"So, are you a top or a bottom," studly College quarterback Chet rasps.

"I'm versatile," quips the hairdresser from Greenwich Village.

Then, they go at it.

Yeah, the ball-playing hunk ends up on his back with his legs up in the air!

With that in mind, it's obvious why a dilemma occurred on the set of "Little Ashes" when Robert Pattinson and Javier Beltran took a stab at a homoerotic soft porn love scene!

This couple of straight dudes couldn't fathom their butts - from their little doggies - in the worst way.

In fact, Pattison whined to a GQ editor that the extremely hard-core sex scenes were not a regular old piece of - um - cake.

"The hardest part was trying to do it doggie-style."

"Because we’re both straight, what we were doing seemed kind of ridiculous."

Well, at least we know the Twilight star can suck!

According to the sexy heartthrob, the shoot was downright humiliating.

"The Spanish electricians were giggling to themselves," he recalled with disdain.

Obviously it was a joke to 'em because - as everyone knows - most Latino-types are basically bisexual.

Well, in Los Angeles, anyway.

From the get-go their ready to whip it out, falls on their knees (do it doggie, donkey, or kitten style) - without any qualms.

Set in Madrid in 1922, "Little Ashes" recalls the boisterous tale of young Salvador Dali (played by Pattison) who meets film maker Luis Bunuel (Matthew McNulty) and writer Federico Garcia Lorca (Javier Beltrán) at university.

The rest is all Homo 101 if my memory serves me well!



Dali Self Portrait


http://www.julianayrs.com

Friday, February 27, 2009

Barack Obama...gay? Confidential e-mail says...



This past week, I penned a post on a speech Governor Jindal telecast to the American people - in which I hinted - that the Republican may be a closet-case (a member of the Velvet Mafia on Capital Hill, perhaps?) .

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/02/governor-bobby-jindala-republican-swish.html

On the heels of that feature, a private e-mail alighted in my mailbox from a gentleman identifying himself as Mike Trevino.

What a revelation!

After noting for the record he couldn't comment on Jindal's sexuality, Trevino was inclined to assert that our newly-installed PREZ may be a "Queen"!

Here's what Mr. Trevino had to say verbatim:

"I found your blog's URL on Ancient Star-Song, decided to check it out, and found your paragraphs on Jindal. I don't know much about the man and I didn't watch more than a few minutes of his speech, so I can't say if I agree with you or not about the man's sexual preference."

"But do you really think that Obama isn't a queen? Have you not read the information online about his deep, dark homo secrets?"

"Do you know how to use Google? Check it out, dude."

"Obama is the swish you want to talk about!"

mt

Well, I'd better - um - google that man right away!


Saturday, September 20, 2008

Point Break...Keanu Reeves film adapted for stage. Homoerotic! Sensational! Idiotic!




The Theater must be desperate for material or craving for nostalgic reminisces of B-movie stars.

"Point Break" - the cult feature which starred Keanu Reeves as an undercover FBI agent - was recently adapted for the stage.

By all accounts, it was a bizarre offering for the boards.

The producers were billing - Point Break LIVE! - in quite a unique way.

"The absurdist stage adaptation of the Keanu Reeves/Patrick Swayze extreme-sports blockbuster which returns to its roots: Los Angeles, "bank robbery capital of the world," where "a lot has changed in the last 20 years - the air got dirty and the sex got clean."

The odd-ball production revives faded memories of Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves); Bodhi, the surfing philosopher (Patrick Swayze); and a handful of bank robbers (like the one played over-the-top by Gary Busey).

"Point Break LIVE!" first opened in Seattle - but has had sold-out runs in New York City and Minneapolis - if you can fathom it.

The stage show is sort-of an up-close in-your-face personal theatrical experience.

The oddity here?

At each show an acting newbie is plucked from the audience to stumble on the playing field and inhabit the Reeves "Utah" role.

The casting director noted tongue-in-cheek that the process ensured an FBI character - not unlike Reeves - who'll be wooden, grasping for lines, and looking for all-the-world like a deer caught in the thunderous path of a two-ton truck!

Yeah, they wanted a slow-talking, self-conscious dude who struts like he has a stick up his butt (or somethin' like that).

During the auditions, unlikely wannabes take a shot at the big time by executing jumpin' jacks, showing-off a little tight a**, and rendering a cold-reading - ah - very cold!

"Keanu's role requires a special kind of acting," explained one demanding director.

"Essentially, in every scene, the actor looks like he's just been dropped into a room with no idea about what's going on."

At each performance, it helps that acting novices get to read from cue cards!

Undoubtedly, this nifty approach, will be sure to capture the rawness of a Keanu performance (even thespians who think themselves generally incapable of acting).

One night, a handful of fans at a Los Angeles gig, swear that a 5'5 blond guy with glasses eerily perfected the Keanu accent, making the entire show a success.

A film buff, in queue at that once-in-a-life-time theatrical event, was inclined to wonder aloud later.

"How do they handle a Keanu that totally blows?"

"Point Break" is a tale about a rookie FBI agent, who infiltrates a colony of surfers in Southern California, to break up a bank robbery ring.

Keanu's character (FBI Agent) first bonds with Bodhi (bank robber Patrick Swayze).

Bodhi - unaware of his partner's secret agenda to bust his butt - pines away for him, nonetheless.

In the movie edition - filmgoers guffawed at stilted, quotable, camp dialogue - very Stallone-esque in style.

Difficult thought-provoking lines like "Whoa" and "I am an FBI agent" are revived in the stage production to the glee of "Point Break" officiandos.

Because "POINT BREAK" is executed in serious frat-boy style, it makes sense that there is usually plenty of cheap beer on tap, along with munchies, and what-have-you.

There's a lot of stumbling about in the stage version - the whole experience is not unlike a theatrical train wreck - with all the guys nearly ending up in an orgy of limbs in a jumble on the hard floor.

According to production notes from a couple of staged performances, the play "features copious amounts of fake blood, extended fight choreography, and an indoor monsoon."

For this reason, the savvy theatre buff usually springs for the brown sack offered up by the show's producers as a "Survival Kit" for $1 at the point of entry.

The lively action scenes - when choreographed by a competent director at the helm - are worth the price of admission.

In fact, in equity-waiver theatres, theater-goers often get caught up in the heavy-breathing, cross fire, and flying shrapnel.

The fighting sequences to date in most productions, have been long and drawn out, but no one's complained as of yet.

I mean, you want full value for the $20 admission fee, don't 'ya?

On occasion, ubiquitous cameras have captured all the magical moments on celluloid.

So, I expect there will be an on-line reality show, or a scintillating webbie TV offering in the near future.

"Point Break LIVE" has been described as an "obnoxious foray" into the ridiculous and a "perverse voyeuristic pleasure" that doesn't require much attention.

Some jarring moments on stage may snap you into a surreal kind of wake-up call at some juncture, though.

"The worse it gets, the better it gets. Sensationally idiotic," noted a delighted Seattle P-I Theatre critic.

You don't even need to have seen the movie "Point Break" to feel like an insider.

You do need to appreciate the brilliance of Keanu-isms, though.

Run the film - SPEED - a couple of times to get in the mood, if possible.

In the Los Angeles production, Agent Harp (played by Gary Busey in the film) was all jawbone, with a dash of spontaneous twitching thrown in for good measure, so they say.

Meanwhile, Bodhi (Swayze's character) had the surfer-zen persona down to a precise haiku poem.

Some swear it was the ribald gang of rag-tag homoerotic bank robbers who stole the show.

"Point Break" won a "Seattle P-I Best of Seattle 2004" award and has been garnering raves around the country.

To have courageously attended bestows on the theatre-goer a kind of theatrical chic.