Shank (Simon Pearce, 2009)
Beneath the milky (and salty) twilight.
photo credit: Cheaper than Therapy: A Gay Perspective
I stumbled upon Shank while I was looking for a copy of Shanks, the infamous 1974 William Castle film starring Marcel Marceau. (Which I did eventually find, viz. my review on 2Mar2013.) This one looked interesting, so I threw it on my Netflix queue, where it joined almost four hundred other titles, and I promptly forgot about it. Fast-forward a year or more and, for various reasons, I wound up stuck in the hospital. It was the first time I’d been overnight in a hospital where I was the patient in over thirty years. Things have changed. They had to clear my friggin’ laptop with the electrical department, for pete’s sake. So that first night, stuck with a godawful roommate who spent the entire insufferable eighteen hours I was stuck in a room with him complaining a mile a minute to anyone who would listen (I kid you not, he did not sleep), the only way I had to watch anything other than broadcast TV, which I swore off a couple of years ago, was on a phone. And ESPN3 wasn’t showing any cricket that night, so I popped open the Netflix queue, spun the scrollbar, and then stabbed at the moving queue to pick something as close to at random as I could. And thus, as a result, I spent my first night in the hospital watching Shank and Genetic Chile [below]. (The next day, I got my laptop back, and I’ll tell you, I have never been so happy to see a fifteen-inch screen in my life.) None of which has more than the vaguest thing to do with Shank, other than that I was watching it on a painfully small screen and thus cannot make my usual comments about such things as cinematography, camera placement, and the like. Probably for the best, since that’s the day I was introduced to dilaudid, which became my best friend for the next three weeks. How fuzzy was I? I’d actually written down the wrong film (I had Mo Ali’s 2010 thriller in this spot instead of Simon Pearce’s gay romance; I have never seen the former). Thankfully, I came to my senses, because by all accounts that movie is a dog’s dinner. This one, despite a slow and confusing start and maybe a bit too much manufacture drama leading up to the big climax, is pretty good.
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