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Memorable, crazy movie

This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

The DVD of this film compares it to John Waters, from a Los Angeles Times article that, after constant research, I could not locate: it certainly wasn't the review, since it got a ROTTEN rating from Kevin Thomas, the Times critic, during it's brief, theatrical run. It doesn't quite have the charm, nor the outrageousness, of a good (or bad) John Waters flick, certainly not the cleverness of say Serial Mom nor any truly great lines such as Who Wants To Die For Art. Rather, this movie is merely a collection of unconnected stereotypes, from a money- grubbing apparently sex-less dyke who smothers a priest with her huge breast (something we know every dyke just longs to do) to three potty mouthed old ladies perpetually sitting outside a public restroom in London. The script and direction are by a first time man who clearly limited his research to anecdotal stories told him by a gay friend, some reading and few trips to a gay pub. It's obvious that the adage to write about what you know was never shared with him. In the director's commentary, he talks about one scene being based upon his visits to a real home of his gay friend's (and the director repeatedly takes pains to point out, verbally and otherwise, that he was not gay -- only his friend was) friend and how the flat was littered with phallic symbols, such as a phallic coat rack. To convey this in the film is what appears to be a large papier mache penis in the entry way and then a number of black dildos on a kitchen counter. Now, perhaps to an unsophisticated Chinese-Irish first time director on a very shoe string budget, most gay men would decorate their kitchens with black dildo's, but more apparently, this is just another example of poor execution of ill-defined, not particularly well-thought out gags in the script. From items previously mentioned, such as the crashing of the taxi, to the shooting of the second dead gay guy's scene (being "shagged to death" when the actor actually convinced the other actor to strangle him instead), it's obvious the director either didn't have control over the scenes or his actors, who did what they wanted and not always necessarily to the advancement of the plot or betterment of the film. Nor did the director have the ability to visualize how to advance his script or plot with the limitations present. One need only see early John Waters to see how truly inventive and creative people could, at minimal expense, portray what was needed to truly move the plot or truly create genuine outrageous and humor.The people who gave this high marks are obviously the kind of people who think cardboard cutouts ala South Park and fart and death jokes are the height of amusement. The only thing the movie has are good performances from the leads and some of the supporting characters, a few (very few seconds) of really mild humor. Otherwise, it reads like a ripoff of a lot of movies with no idea that none of them really mean anything or come across as anything worthwhile.

I rented Nine Dead Gay Guys on a whim. I thought that, judging by the title alone, it should be funny. I was right. This movie impressed me very much, the same way Clerks did when I first watched it. Like that movie, this movie gets better every time you watch it. I don't know why this movie was reviewed so poorly. Perhaps it made people uncomfortable to watch it. I will admit that the first time I watched it, I was unable to connect with the movie and characters until about 1/3 of the way through it. After I watched it for a while I found it quite enjoyable. This movie has a wonderful amount of memorable quotes to keep you interested. I pity anyone who misses out on "Golders Green's Really Hard Red Bull Test" All in all a fantastic movie that hopefully time will not forget.

Just saw this on DVD and now have to buy it. I absolutely loved it, the characters were believable. A lot of the action identifiable and overall it was a great time. Distinctly off the wall, but right on track, great casting and a fabulous assortment of characters. There are a lot of unknowns in the film, but I'm glad to see that several have new projects. This film really showed off their uniqueness and more or less picked on everyone. This film gives a new meaning to being "politically incorrect", and takes it's jabs at everyone. There are so many silly stereotypes and generalizations that it has the potential to either offend the world or have the world laughing and rolling on the floors.A must see!!!!!!!!!!!!

Byron and Kenny find themselves in a Greek tragedy of horrendous proportions as the gay guys that the cynical, drunken one of this Irish pair of 'working' lads has persuaded his more innocent friend to make money from start dropping dead. Ripped clothes and rent boys are in evidence as the lads start looking for the loot in the orthodox jew's bed, and they need a tool as big as two cans of Red Bull to get there. Luckily one is endowed with good fortune! The twits stumble through plot twists amid a succession of caricature characters and the film looks like South Park in live-action Brixton. Since every sensibility is deliberately offended, it reminds me of the attitude in Stephen Pickles' brilliant book of the pre-AIDS eighties, 'Queens.' No visible dicks may upset gays more than seeing themselves portrayed for laughs, but the lads are quite engaging, and humour not pornography dominates. It has won at gay as well as straight comedy film festivals (notably Montreal and Dublin) and the anxious straight critics needn't worry that they ought to be offended for their gay sisters. It's a tease: there are a couple of good twists about stereotypes near the end, and one of the lads realises he is enjoying the sex with men, while the other goes home to his mammy. In other words the film's biggest stereotypical statement is less about queens, dwarves, vicars, fat women, minicab drivers or black men than it is about Irishmen!