Saved by the Belles

its very fascinating to see how so many people are fooled these days, by an overindulgence in style, and zero substance. so many of my friends loved saved by the belles. i love clubs. i love hot music. and i love hot gay guys. i thought it was homophobic, and presented all the usual gay cliches that everyone has already used to humiliating effect.

this film has a wicked soundtrack, and some of the most awesome individual visual flair i've seen in in awhile. i hope the director of photography does more stuff, or even publishes a book of photos. his ability to use colour, framing, and light is astonishing. but the film is a big disppointment, and totally boring. hollow and dull witted. the acting is terrible (sorry, i now that most of them are amateurs, but they should had a director who would have taken care of them better), the script and rhythm are awkward and terrible. but the saddest thing about the film is its lack of inner life, of inner fire, of joy, humour, or even anger. none. nothing. its like watching someone's version of a lie.

like a party you have to be stoned at to tolerate, it overstays its welcome after a half hour.