Hustler White (OmU)
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Der Santa Monica Boulevard, der bekannteste Schwulenstrich von L.A., ist Schauplatz dieses wildromantischen und zugleich kontroversen Films. Der Deutsche Jürgen Anger plant ein Buch über diese Szene. Bei seinen Recherchen trifft er auf ziemlich ungewöhnliche Art den Stricher Monti, gespielt von Supermodell Tony Ward. Während Jürgen sich sofort verliebt, hat Monti den Blick nur für potentielle Kunden frei. Jürgen bleibt hartnäckig. Anfangs mißtrauisch, taut Monti langsam auf. Gemeinsam ziehen sie den Santa Monica Boulevard rauf und runter. Jürgen gerät immer tiefer in die Welt der käuflichen Liebe, beobachtet Pornodrehs und erfährt alles über 'Sex and crime' im Strichermilieu.... schließlich ist Monti an seiner Seite.
Jürgen macht in L.A. Recherchen in der weißen Schwulenszene. Als Führer kann er den hartgesottenen Stricher Monti gewinnen. Sex-and-Run-Ballade und schräge Travestie auf Billy Wilders "Sunset Boulevard".Alle Produktbeschreibungen
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One may be more reminded of early John Waters or Paul Morrissey films with all the shady going-ons, quirkiness & explicit montages. Viewers who are easily offended or gravitate towards the mainstream cinema should steer clear of Hustler White for a number of reasons. Be for warned: HW reeks of post-modern sleaze as it delves into the seedy underground of male hustling, johns, & pornography. There are several VERY graphic scenes of illicit activity which feature full-frontal nudity, a amputee sex scene, & a gang rape. Sadly, not the typical film you would introduce to your fellow Sunday school members nor likely the flick to play for dear old mom or dad but an interesting work indeed.
The film opens up with Monty Ward narrating the story as he appears to be laying face down in someones jacuzzi. He gives his word of honor (if you're buying into his story at all) that his confessions are the truth, the whole truth, & nothing up your butt. Naturally, we are lead to believe the two-bit hustler is already dead which sets the stage for the next 80 odd minutes of human depravity in it's most campy yet utterly raw form. You should be full aware that all bets are off & you're in for one hell of a ride. Contrary to what one a reviewer suggested on the liner notes of the DVD, this is NOT a light-hearted romantic comedy to place beside the Julia Roberts vehicle.
Monty Ward AKA Montgomery Ward is a street smart hustler who obviously has been around the block a few times & could tell you just about anything regarding the sleazy world of hustling if offered the right amount of money. But make no mistake, Ward is certainly no angel by any means & doesn't exactly have a heart of gold. Within the first few minutes of HW, he steals a john's wallet & then proceeds to make quick getaway by stealing the man's vehicle. While obviously in a hurry & needing to make a quick dash, he then proceeds to run over another hustler's leg by accident. In this hilarious montage, he drives over the poor guy's leg numerous times before managing to evacuate the parking lot.
Jurgen Anger (no relation to Kenneth Anger) has just arrived on the scene & immediately sets his eyes on Montgomery after seeing him shirtless on Santa Monica Blvd . Anger is a self-absorbed writer who has made the journey to Cali in hopes of writing a novel on the life of hustlers. After spotting Monty, he desperately tries to scope the boulevard in hopes of returning a bloodied t-shirt found tied to a fence & discussing the possibilities of purchasing Monty's services for one afternoon of complete research. As one can easily predict from the beginning, Jurgen is totally infatuated with the hustler & will stop at nothing until their paths cross.
As luck or fate might have it, the two eventually meet & Monty agrees to help Anger after being offered a lump sum of $1000 for his wealth of knowledge. It would seem that fate has smiled upon the two & things should run fairly smoothly from here. Right? So how did Monty end up face down in the jacuzzi after all? I'm not telling.
Perhaps more than just about any film I've experienced up until, HW is one of the more bizarre if not insanely funny trips. If you're not somehow offended after viewing, there may not be much help for you at all. On the other hand, have at it if you're in the mood for really deviant post-modern sleaze which carefully examines the hedonistic lifestyle that some live on a day-to-day basis.
A few bizarre (or fun) montages: A street hustler's services are purchased by a local mortician. The mortician proceeds to dress in drag while mummifying our hustler completely with duck tape. Another young hustler arrives on the scene of an all-black male escort service for an interview & is raped by nine endowed black males within 30 minutes. The leader of the organization proceeds to tell the young man, "that was not a rape. merely an exercise in black power." Perhaps the razor blade scene with the "Versace Model" made me cringe the most however.
Again, this is NOT a film for all tastes. Having said that, do yourself a huge favor & look for something else if you're seeking the next Oscar caliber film. Cheers!
The clever film-maker pays homage to just about every gay/cult/camp classic ever made. First and foremost, the sexy, sweet, funny star, Tony Ward, certainly is a 'Joe Dallesandro' for the 90's, and the film is 'Trash', 'Flesh', and 'Heat', all rolled into one. In fact, it's also a 'fun' version of any of Paul Morrisey's films for Warhol.
This film doesn't take anything seriously, least of all itself. It happily portrays sadism, gang-banging, racism, street hustling, amputees, accidental mayhem -- you name it. The fact that Mr LaBruce manages to make all of this 'light-hearted' and funny is a cinematic as well as artistic coup.
And how about the major 'theft' in the closing scene? From that greatest of all camp classics, 'Baby Jane', of course: Tony is wrapped up in a blanket on the beach with LaBruce at his side. But this time around, Tony is not dying. They declare their love, kiss, and dance up an down the beach together as the camera pans away. Hooray for Hollywood, LaBruce-style!
LaBruce is great in the lead role and Tony Ward (one-time Madonna fling)is good as the lunkhead hustler.
I'm not gay (not that there's anything wrong with it)but enjoyed this all the same. Hit and run filmmaking at its best.