The M.O. of M.I. (2001)
Okay - here is Lodger's First Rule of Gay Films
in the New Millennium: Nobody dies! I mean it. No death
from AIDS or other medical problems. No gaybashing.
And definitely no gay on gay violence. It's repulsive
and unbelievably crass. You know, there are gay people
that live their entire lives without experiencing any
sort of violence whatsoever. I'm tired of watching movies
where someone's gay lover kills them,. It's so 70's.
In case you haven't guessed, "The M.O. of M.I.,"
which stands for "The Modus Operandi of Male Intimacy,"
ends with a gay guy going berserk and killing his lover.
It doesn't matter that the lover, who is younger, sigh,
is a thief and a con- man and a conniving son of a bitch.
This murder comes way, way, way the fuck out of left
field and doesn't even make sense in the context of
the film. It's horrid writing from an idiot who apparently
never had a successful relationship in his entire life.
Expecting insights on male intimacy from this guy is
like expecting a 2-year-old to create an artistic masterpiece
by smearing feces on the wall.
Speaking of shit, this piece of unmitigated crap
was written by Austin's Aaron Brown. The piece began
as a play, which was performed at the Vortex here in
town. The Vortex is prominently featured in the film,
as a character is a "performance artist," by the way.
It's a sort of "thank you" to the place that somehow
managed to nurture this piece of dung. I'm beginning
to wonder if I ever want to go there again.
Let's face it, "The M.O. of M.I." is a horrid film.
It's a cheap piece of video crap that is poorly directed
(by a female - there's a clue), pitifully acted, and
written by a vile, self-hating fag. It's the sort of
crap that makes you want to pick up a knife and kill
the motherfuckers that made it. Here's hoping that they
all die in horrible car accidents! (We gay guys are
so violent)!
The film, which looks like shit, is as boring as
fuck to watch. Really, unless your idea of a good time
is watching over-the-top acting by a bunch of lousy
third-rate gay thespians, this is not the film for you.
The audience that I watched this film with, albeit a
bunch of tittering old queens who couldn't afford tickets
to the Cher show that night, giggled every time there
was some male nudity or the acting got melodramatic
(i.e. a lot). The producers and filmmakers and actors
who have made this film, it was obvious from the Q&A,
have decided to accept the fact that the audience sees
this junk as a campy comedy and live with it. I mean,
it's obvious that the film is supposed to be a drama
but it plays so well as a comedy because it is so horribly,
horribly bad. There isn't one frame, not one character,
not one line of dialogue that rings true. It's horseshit
tarted up as horseshit.
If there is anything at all worth watching in "The
M.O. of M.I.," it is the unblinking, steely blue eyes
of lead actor, David Christopher. They perfectly exemplify
the cold, calculating, and inhuman qualities of this
dreary little film.
It's enough to make you ashamed of being from Austin,
let alone being gay.
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Script:
F
Acting: F
Cinematography\Lighting: F
Special Effects\Make Up: F
Music: D+
Final
Grade: F
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