posted by davidt on Thursday March 07 2002, @10:00AM
"My Life With Morrissey"
Talk about CAMP.
This movie made John Waters films look like something from DISNEY...
To say that it was "over-the-top" would be the understatement of the new millennium to say the least.
It started with a great turnout- fortunately I called ahead to warn them that 33 seats wouldn't be enough- and they were able to secure the neighboring screening room to boost capacity to 57- which was overflowed with several more seated on the floor with even more turned away. The crowd was mostly "Morrissey-solo.com-ers" and when I announced Dave Tseng was in the audience everyone applauded... pix to come!
Oh that's right- there was a movie, too.
It started with a shot of the heroine, Jackie, sprawled out in her bedroom waking up to a new day with her many Morrissey posters, pins, pictures and assorted other memorabilia scattered about. She gets ready for work and kisses all of her Moz pics on the way out the door- and then comes back in and gives a hint of what is to come throughout the film buy lunging back into the frame and tonguing the posters with relish... the initial shock of the audience never really wore off as her downward spiral of obsession is graphically displayed in alarming detail. The characters in her office are equally violently over-acted: you could tell everyone had a riot filming this, holding absolutely NOTHING back.
Things REALLY got racy once she finally meets Moz (played by a Sweet and Tender Hooligan, Jose Maldonado, who kept his "cameo" part filmed last Summer a secret from EVERYONE- including his own band- until word leaked out a few days ago). She goes around the known Moz haunts around L.A. religiously until her odyssey leads her to a HOT DOG STAND where the Pope of Mope apparently was eating a tofu dog. She doesn't see him at first but she does see the meatless weenie and proceeds to felate it unaware that he is watching from afar- and to her amazement: appears and offers her a ride home.
From here the film goes REALLY psycho.... She is now convinced that she is engaged to him and the fantasies get even more bizarre, if that's possible, including vibrators, inflatable love dolls with Moz' face plastered on, and slippery shower heads. Fortunately all of the self-love sex is implied and thus keeps this film out of the porn section.
Her return to the office is even more outrageous as she literally goes postal on her co-workers. Just when you think she can't push the envelope any further: it's hurled with fascinating abandon. This was a car wreck that one simply couldn't take one's eyes away from- WHAT INSANE THING WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
A tour-de-force in extreme acting and dialogue. A MUST-SEE for low-budget Indie film lovers that have any shred of an interest in the Cult of Morrissey.