Gay bed and breakfast of terror
Arty lipstick lesbians, a couple of sweater queens, some coffee-house dykes, a sugar daddy, a queenly diva, Mr. Leather and a fag hag all unite their evangelical Republican host, her closeted daughter and a half redneck/half maggot mutant at the Sahara Salvation Resort for Jaymes Thompson’s The Gay Bed & Breakfast of Terror, a campy but legitimately creepy queer horror flick.
Converging at the remote lodge with its gay Southwest homey decor, it doesn’t take long for the visitors to realize the owner, Helen, is a little strange. But they don’t comprehend about her even stranger mission: to fix her daughter Luella by “curing” a gay male and “offering their blessed union to the Lord.” This turns out to be an understandably messy job, and what follows is a perfect mix of chills and skin, including severed heads, pool-house hookups, blood-filled bathtubs, naked body painting, knife-wielding Republicans and a frightening shrine to neo-conservatives and evangelical pastors.
With nods to Psycho, A Nightmare on Elm Street and countless teen slasher films, The Gay Bed & Breakfast of T Helen and Luella are just another typical God-fearing mother and daughter who happen to bake Mincemeat muffins and run a charming if not a bit faded Bed and Breakfast Inn. Or are they? On the eve of the biggest gay party weekend of the year, and having not made advance reservations, five &#;couples&#; detect themselves having to build accommodations far from the city. There&#;s Dom and Alex, the &#;performers&#; and Deborah and Gabby, the sophisticated, entrepreneurial &#;lipsticks&#;. There&#;s also Mike and Eric, the upscale &#;yuppie&#; authority couple and their annoying &#;fag-hag&#; friend, Lizette. Also checking in are Starr and Brenda, the struggling folk singer and tough-talking tomboy and lastly Rodney and Todd, the sugar daddy and &#;personal trainer&#;. What should have been the biggest gay party weekend of the year quickly turns into every gay and lesbian&#;s worst nightmare! cinema is a visual medium and the medium succeeds if it keeps you fully engaged. possibly THE best movie After a splatter prologue, this opens with a funny, catchy title song (‘Watch Out for the Straights’) warbled by an in-vision performer in the style of s AIP musicals (or, more precisely, Psycho Beach Party) and then crossbreeds queer indie relationships soap moviemaking with s-style goremongery. Helen (Mari Marks), proprietress of a supposedly gay-friendly guest house in the middle of nowhere, is actually a murdering Christian conservative intent on luring sinning gays to her place so she can ‘convert’ one of the men into a suitable husband who’ll cure her repressed daughter Luella (Georgia Jean) of liking ‘pretty girls’ and murder everyone else. A clutch of couples show up for a big gay party held nearby – which we never get to watch, cutting down on the need for extras, harmony clearances and the favor – and spend a reel or two squabbling, cheating, being bitchy, taking showers, rolling around naked in edible body illustrate, doing schtick about various gay tribal subcultures (‘I’m the reigning Mr Leather, Alex &#; Christ, you think t Description: Along with the muffins, our guests are greeted by the hostesses Helen and her peculiar daughter, Luella. Among the guests are a drag-queen and his lover, 'Mr. Leather' Dom, (who always travels with his wandering eyes); preppy couple Alex and Mike; and Rodney and his 'trainer,' Todd, with whom he hopes to consume a hot weekend largely in bed! Also in the guest register are a pair of power dykes who manufacture 'adult goodies' and Brenda with her wholesome folk singing lover, Starr. These girls are ready for a weekend of wife-swapping, but our hostesses have other plans: Homo-hating Helen enj
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You can&#;t check in without getting checked out.
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