Starfuckers

A young man (Cole Doman) gets out of a taxi and enters a swanky Los Angeles home where the quickly dresses as a school boy for a gent (Jonathan Slavin) who is sitting on his bed. It's clear that this successful Hollywood director has a penchant for the kinky, but he isn't prepared for what comes later over a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. Why? Well that's because his plaything has a plaything (Antonio Marzale) whom he has sneaked into the house and they have an axe to grind with this host who promises much by way of his casting couch, but who delivers nothing. Via a little Marilyn Monroe and I thought a little John Hurt, too, they make their point that the manipulative spirit of Hollyweird is alive and well, but that these two are no longer going to play ball. Marziale is the star here, partly in costume and partly just by sending up the whole nature of faux-f(r)iendships and the see and been seen mentality that pervades this facile and temporary culture. The budget can't have been great, but the self same Marziale who looks good in a blonde wig also makes good use of his cast and the location to make his point succinctly and quite entertainingly too.