Geron

There are precious few good gay films. It's just a fact. Usually the few good ones are foreign so this is disappointing because it was Canadian but that is almost American so there you go. Dialogue is stilted and script is formulaic. Actors try but plod along with material inferior that they attempt to embroider with a lifted brow here and there or a sad eye. The male star is pretty so he's a diversion but after the first swimming pool scene, you're ready to switch to reruns of 'Dark Shadows' TV show. Is it really believable that a very handsome young gay man would be smitten and erotically motivated by sagging flesh, wrinkles, fallen posteriors and pot bellies? I know it might exist (just like chubby chasers) but I find it difficult to swallow. It is very nice to fantasize about by someone like myself who am 65 and counting now and would like to justify still going to the gym, but...

This film was so much better than I expected! I saw this at the SF Gay Film Festival tonight. Just hearing the premise, I couldn't imagine it being very realistic but it turned out to be completely believable to me. The young actor was so sweet and his affection/attraction to the older man seemed quite sincere. I could see Mr. Peabody through his eyes and see the beauty and fascination he felt, particularly through the drawings he made and the huge poster of Gandhi on his bedroom wall.

I was impressed by the convincing portrait of teenage rebellion portrayed by the young girl who is inspired by female revolutionaries throughout history and by the young man's ridiculous jealousy and drug/alcohol use while at the same time showing the reality of the older man's life. Mr. Peabody was excellent in his portrayal of an older man who is at first resigned to life in the nursing home and then perks up when he realizes this young man is interested in him. He shows how lively he can be once he is encouraged to be his full self.

This film has changed the way I think of older men in nursing homes....

The subject matter may be intimidating to some (a love story between a young man with a fetish for geriatrics, and an 83 year-old man) but this is a heartwarming treat. The dialogue is a little clunky at times but otherwise this is one of the finest road movies, of sorts, I have seen for many's the year. Bruce la Bruce, the fearless doyen of Queer Cinema, veers towards the mainstream in this and doesn't miss a beat. The performances are great, particularly Walter Borden, and the soundtrack is glorious.

All in all a fantastic film for all the family, once your family is not upset by the regular sight of young boy on old man action, that is.

Bruce LaBruce has a special fantasy. Here it is: a disarmingly beautiful 18-year old boy falls passionately in love with him NOT because he promises to put the kid in a movie but because he's old and ugly. BECAUSE he's old and ugly, not in spite of the fact that he's old and ugly.

Now, I'm neither young nor gorgeous myself, and I (and every other old gay man) may have a fantasy just like that tucked away inside of me. The difference is that I didn't make a move about mine. Despite what LaBruce thinks, watching an old man's erotic fantasy acted out on screen is not entertaining to other people.

On top of that basic flaw, this movie's screenplay is very, very, very stupid. As a comedy it's never funny; as a romance it's completely absurd; and as an erotic fantasy it's just embarrassing. The basic story, of a young man falling in love with a much older man, could be made into a really wonderful movie, but not in Bruce LaBruce's talentless, narcissistic ham fists.

Pier-Gabriel Lajoie is breathtakingly beautiful, but he can't act. Looking at him, with the sound off, and skipping every single scene in which he does not appear alone, is all that could make this turkey watchable. That movie would be about five minutes long.

Despite its subject matter, 'Gerontophilia' could mark Bruce La Bruce's entry into polite film-making society: in contrast to his earlier works such as 'Raspberry Reich' and 'Skin Gang' it is possibly his most accessible work to date.

Lake (no really), a young man in his late teens/early twenties, gets a job in an old people's home. This is close to being all his Christmases rolled into one, because Lake is turned on by the elderly. He becomes especially close - in more ways than one - to 81 year-old Melvyn (when a nurse describes Melvyn as being 'a very sick man' one might think as this is a La Bruce film that's to be expected, but she actually means he is very ill. I think.) Melvyn wants to see the Pacific Ocean one last time before he dies, and Lake tries to make his dream come true. But how will Melvyn fare outside the controlled environment of the home?

In terms of storyline, this is an interesting film, told in a linear, non-confusing fashion. And the acting is acceptable: if Pier-Gabriel Lajoie, as Lake, is a little stilted when speaking in English he's a lot more natural in his (I assume native) French; and Walter Borden, as the elderly homosexual, keeps the queeniness on a subtle, unembarrassing level. But let's be honest: what attracts a lot of people to La Bruce films is the promise of nudity: although a lot of it is cinema of the grotesque, there'll usually be some young, firm flesh on display. But there's precious little of it in this film: the very handsome Lajoie provides just one quick shot of his bare backside (and it seems unlikely the full-frontal shots of Borden will excite anyone except, y'know, gerontophiles). So while this may bring La Bruce to the attention of a whole new audience, his old fans may miss the chaotic nature of his previous films, as well as the flesh.