In which I describe the reasons that I should totally be friends with some famous or sorta-famous person IRL, based on the possibly-questionable impressions gained from his or her public persona and/or artistic output.
In the end, we can all be reassured by one undeniable truth: no one pisses people off like Bruce LaBruce. And I mean no one.
In my daydreams (where I am, y'know, a totally successful and famous avant-garde filmmaker, and never have to field the question, “Umm, I don’t get it?” ever again), I have this fantasy scenario where some interviewer (because I’m, y'know, a totally successful and famous avant-garde filmmaker) asks me to come up with one of those ideal “dinner parties”* of other famous filmmakers. I answer quickly, and without hesitation: and Bruce LaBruce is always on my list, primarily for the above reason.
LaBruce’s life’s work has been asking the eternal question: “Is it art, or is it porn?" The results are usually hilarious, sometimes profound, and always interesting. Although LaBruce is hardly the first person to attempt the gay porn/avant-garde film crossover, he is certainly the first to do it in the (relatively) high-budget feature-film format - and certainly the first to do it in the form of a zombie movie, with 2008’s Otto: or, Up With Dead People. Either way, he seems to be having way more fun than anyone involved with Flaming Creatures.
Recently, LaBruce caught some flak for declaring gay culture dead in his Vice Magazine column. This just confirms my appreciation for him, as American Horror Story put it, because "he’s cool, and he’s pissy, and he hates everyone and everything” (that last quote originally used to describe Morrissey, obvs).
* Do you remember those things from high school? Where you would always suggest to invite Emma Goldman and Andy Warhol and Guy Debord and Shane MacGowan, and everyone would look at you like you were crazy? No, just me? OK.
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