March 22, 2010


Don't get me wrong--I love RuPaul's Drag Race as much as the next homo. But I don't understand why RuPaul should be allowed to criticize anyone after starring in Starbooty.

It certainly sounds like a great idea, a star vehicle for RuPaul with equal parts Russ Meyer, John Waters and "The Naked Gun," but instead of being a campy hot mess, it's just a cheap mess. Even the gratuitous male nudity doesn't save the flick, since most of the nudity comes from gay porn stars doing cameos. (If you really want to see Michael Lucas' penis, there are much better films to watch.)

When supermodel/agency operative Starrbooty learns her niece has been kidnapped by her archrival, Annaka Manners, Starrbooty's only option is to go undercover as a street hooker to rescue her. The only snag in our heroine's plan is that in order to infiltrate the prostitution underworld she has to gain street credibility by going "all the way" with the johns.

This time, deep cover threatens to unravel Starrbooty at her very core because this time, not only is it personal but she also discovers secrets about her true identity that she wasn't supposed to know.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.