This film got raging reviews, where everyone was comparing it to a mainstream feature with five-star sex. What kind of mystery is there for such an acclaimed film not getting awarded at all? Not for one category?…
My company has many questions about this situation. I do want to be clear: I am NOT comparing “Gigolo” to any other company’s work. I am making a simple comparison to this movie and “The Intern.” Even a retard wouldn’t make the mistake that “Gigolo” is on a totally different planet. It’s like comparing champagne to Coca-Cola, like comparing a diamond to a rock. “Gigolo” is a serious feature that sold in comparably higher numbers and had higher production values, a serious storyline, and impeccable art direction, screenplay, and packaging.
I have many questions, and I need the answers.
Since there hasn’t been a bottom of ANYTHING that Michael hasn’t been able to get to, except perhaps Chad Hunt, we eagerly await his version of the Starr Report.
Meanwhile, Jett Blakk, the twice-nominated Best Screenplay contender and director of Falcon’s 2007 epic Dare was more concerned with a missing video iPod than a missing trophy.
The only consolating thought I had was the hope that whoever now possessed it was a big, macho, homophobic asshole who would show it off to his friends and unwittingly play the trailer for SQUIRT, his horror building as the gay hardcore trailer unfolds before him and his pals, his sexuality becoming ever increasingly questionable in their eyes.
At that, I smile. On to the Grabbys!
We can always count on Erik Rhodes to make lemondaids out of lemons, of course. He didn’t mind his loss nearly as much as he was getting head in the front row during the actual awards. We’ll have to make sure our table is next to Falcon’s next year. That said, the man who would be 90DayJane, recounts in his “slipping away” blog that rather than focusing on the loss, he did what any normal homosexual would do: plug up the void with drugs, alcohol and sex!
Apart from losing my awards, i did have a pretty amazing night. I’m not sure how i determine what makes an amazing night? But i guess i’m equating my night the amount of gorgeous guys i got to hook up with. I know that i was basically doing it to make myself feel better, but fuck it. it was totally worth it and justified in my eyes. When else do i get to play around with the guys from other studios? Which leads me to “The Pretty Russian.” I woke up this morning, cuddling with one of the cutest guys i have come across in a long time. I stared at him while he slept. There was something about the hair on his stomach that made me think, “Jesus, this is why i love being gay, this is why i love men, this makes me happy.” I laid my head on chest and went back to bed with a smile on my face dispite my vicious hangover.
We couldn’t have said it any better ourselves.
It's an interview with Phillip Aubrey: porn star, Spencer Reed's boyfriend, burp fetishist.
The COLT superstars joined a protest in Rome against the Catholic Church in order to make the claim that gay people are not pedophiles. There was a chihuaha involved.
I feel sorry for people with fetishes that can never be realized in real life. Take this Flickr user, who has to make do with his giants fetish using Photoshop.
I'm not one for bragging about intellectual accomplishments (it's something I learned from, you know, graduating with honors from Brown University), but Conner Habib is justifiably excited about his blurb in a book written by Carl Sagan's son.