Blog: http://revanto.ilcannocchiale.it

Hustler White

 è un film del 1996 diretto da Bruce La Bruce in collaborazione con il fotografico Rick Castro. Il film del filone New Queer Cinema che rende omaggio ai classici del cinema hollywoodiano, come Viale del tramonto, di cui inparte ne ripercorre la trama.
Il film ha per protagonista il modello Tony Ward che interpreta Montgomery Ward un prostituto che diventa l'oggetto del desiderio del giornalista Jürgen Anger (interpretato dallo stesso La Bruce). Con la scusa di documentari per un suo libro sulla prostituzione omosessuale maschile, Anger seguirà ogni mossa di Montgomery, documentando il mondo decadente del sesso in vendita, tra set pornografici e abuso di droghe.
Con tutte le pellicole di La Bruce, il film contiene molte scene di sesso esplicito. Il film è disponibili in Italia nella collana "Queer" in lingua originale sottotitolato

non tutto il male viene per nuocere..

James Morrison Broken Strings
let me hold you for the last time  it’s the last chance to feel again but you broke me now i can’t feel anything when i love you it’s so untrue i can’t even convince myself when i’m speaking it’s the voice of someone else oh it tears me up i tried to hold on but it hurts too much i tried to forgive but it’s not enough to make it all okay you can’t play on broken strings you can’t feel anything that your heart don’t want to feel i can’t tell you something that ain’t real oh the truth hurts a lie is worse i can’t like it anymore  and i love you a little less than before oh what are we doing we are turning into dust playing house in the ruins of us running back through the fire when there’s nothing left to save it’s like chasing the very last train when it’s too late oh it tears me up i tried to hold on but it hurts too much i tried to forgive but it’s not enough to make it all okay you can’t play on broken strings you can’t feel anything that your heart don’t want to feel i can’t tell you something that ain’t real oh the truth hurts a lie’s worse i can’t like it anymore when i love you a little less than before but we’re running through the fire when there’s nothing left to say it’s like chasing the very last train when we both know it’s too late you can’t play on broken strings you can’t feel anything that your heart don’t want to feel i can’t tell you something that ain’t real oh the truth hurts a lie’s worse i can’t like it anymore when i love you a little less than beforeoh and i love you a little less than before let me hold you for the last time it’s the last chance to feel again

Pubblicato il 12/5/2009 alle 14.41 nella rubrica Diario.

Il Cannocchiale, il mondo visto dal web