
One year ago on the night of the famous Brooklyn Annual Enema Party (“where you come to get douched and dance”), Danny was assaulted and his club-kid and drag queen friends kicked the assailant to death. Or so they thought. Now, they are being terrorized by a buff man in a unicorn mask. Is this revenge?
Our heroes band together to fight this new menace, with the power of social media and a look.
This movie made me gay.
Well, not really, that’s a ship that sailed long ago, but gurllll this is the gayest non-porn I have seen since the original Queer as Folk.
This film is clearly made by a bunch of people playing themselves as characters, a group of friends unless I miss my guess. I can imagine a drug- and alcohol-fueled brainstorming session where each in turn adds a apart until one day the film is made. It is fun, funny, and has a reality (vérité, is how the film students put it) Hollywood studio films can only dream of.
It is also a turkey. Lovingly so, mind you. It is what it aspires to be: a kitschy murder vengeance tale of drug-addled Brooklyn queens, starring drug-addled Brooklyn queens. There is not a whisper of over-waxed gym bunny Hollywood in this film. These are all characters you could meet on any Saturday night at one of the raunchier gay bars. Well, minus the killer, I suppose. Maybe.
This is a fun, funny queer-B horror flick to watch with friends over cocktails, and you don’t have to be gay to like it — but it probably helps.
And it beats the shit out of Curse of the Queerwolf.


