Category: Review

  • BOOK REVIEW | Jack Holmes And His Friend

    Grand master of gay literature, Edmund White, is now in his 70s and his first novel was published in 1973. He’s renowned for his classic novel “A Boy’s Own Story” which accompanied me through an episode of glandular fever back in my teens and made the days bearable.

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  • BOOK REVIEW | James Lear

    The nation’s women are gripped by “Fifty Shades of Grey” fever. Huddles of women are whispering about it in corners and passing dog eared copies back and forth. Book shops are selling out and the author is breaking records all round with her tale of BDSM sex and raunch. It set me thinking about how a few of my friends and I experienced a similar phenomena with the books of James Lear.

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  • SINGLE REVIEW | Wing, Little Mix

    Genius. I didn’t have much hope for the debut release for the winning X Factor quartet, but if the first single ‘Wings’ is anything to go by Little Mix’s album is going to be fresh, innovative and dare I say, quirky.

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  • GROOMING REVIEW: Right Guard XTREME COOL

    TGUK were sent some of Right Guard’s new deodorant and shower gel ‘xtreme cool’ range. We decided to put them to the test on the hardest working member of The Gay UK team.

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  • FILM REVIEW | Our Paradise

    Despite its lack of motive, this film nurtures a disturbing subculture of achieving status by taking what’s not yours to take.

    Something deeply dark and disturbing yet visually enticing awaits viewers for this French drama about a 30-something hustler whose neurosis about ageing is, we assume, turning him to a motiveless murderous monster. After finding a younger man (Dimitri Durdaine) lying dazed, damaged and suffering from memory loss in the cruising grounds of Bois de Boulogne, Paris, Vassili (Stephane Rideau) shrouds his new muse, becoming a hybrid of pimp/lover figure to his new squeeze. After a client, who Vassili believes he had murdered, is discovered living in Paris, the two lovers and now accomplices are forced to go on the run.

    Our Paradise is an enigmatically beautiful piece of cinematography with much thought given to ensuring that the characters are either corpulently grotesque or fallen angelic beauties, not in equal measure, however. Angelo is the fallen angelic beauty – both inside and out. Vassili’s world is full of these gross, bloated and aged individuals who, one imagines used to be paying trade, now, with fresh blood, and Vassili’s burgeoning potbelly hindering his prospects; the fallen angelic beauty reignites business. One odd scene, Angelo is examined by a doctor, ostensibly to see whether the boy was raped shoves a camera into the boy’s anus and describes his findings ‘smooth as silk.’ This is, however, as far as character probing goes. Uncomplex and a little two dimensional in some respects the characters are more animalistic in their pursuits. Durdaine is almost entirely detached from his character, which adds to the rather chilling but lonely portrayal of Angelo.

    Durdaine plays an almost perfect twink to Rideau’s inflated frame and the audience is given many opportunities to revel in his nakedness, which of course is wonderful and does distract from some the many questions that the film’s lack of motive throws up.

    One of the key issues explored is the often mismatched relationships between younger gay men and their respective elder partners. The narrative doesn’t judge, but merely outlines the possible issues faced by such relationships, most notable replaceability for a younger, newer, fresher model and the power struggle between the monied and the beneficiary.

    The supporting cast is superb, their performances loiter in the mind as an uneasy feeling engulfs you. Sterling performances from supporting cast Béatrice Dalle and a young Mathis Morisset who shows acting promise far beyond his years.

    The brilliantly translated subtitles really draw you into the action, distracting the audience from analysing our anti heroes’ intentions. Why the film is called Our Paradise remains, annoyingly elusive, as paradise is unobtainable for Vassili and Angelo. The ending makes the film feel a little pointless and if you’re looking for a bow to wrap up the little details you certainly won’t find it in this film.

  • REVIEW: The Chelsea Flower Show 2012

    It’s that time of year again where we get to stroll, relax, drink Pimms and see the creme-de-la-creme of the gardening world at the Chelsea Flower Show.

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  • SINGLE REVIEW: White Light, George Michael

    The problem with being George Michael is that so much good music has gone before it’s almost impossible to top your past achievements.

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  • THEATRE REVIEW | Torch Song Trilogy

    As I sat to eat at the Menier Theatre’s restaurant, I was told by my companions for the evening, that I had indeed seen this show before. Had I? Gosh, I really need to stop drinking wine it’s giving me entire artistic black-outs.

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  • SINGLE REVIEW | Never Close Our Eyes

    Gaga you’d better watch out, Lambert’s stolen your synths. This glam slam by US singer Adam Lambert expertly showcases why he won a legion of fans in his stint of American Idol in 2009.

    It’s pacey, smash chorus hits all the notes and even has a hook line you can remember. Brilliant. The opening lines “I wish this night would never be over / There’s plenty of time to sleep when we die” will certainly resonate with the intended audience – a hybrid of Emo-Pop-NuRomantic lovers.

    The song was co-written by Bruno Mars and co-produced by music man of the moment Dr. Luke. Although there’s no trace of Mars in the writing style, Never Close Our Eyes definitely shines brightly in the discography of a be-qiffed Adam Lambert. Hot.

    The single’s parent album Trespassing has already topped the charts in the US – making Lambert the first openly gay artist to achieve such a feat. The album is out in the UK on the 2nd of July.

  • BOOK REVIEW | Tales Of The City

    Summer is here and one thing that is fundamental apart from booking that desired holiday destination is getting the right book to take with you.

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  • SINGLE REVIEW | Call My Name, Cheryl

    Well which name do we call you honey? It’s no longer Cole you know, surely you can’t go back to Tweedy after you’ve had Cole? We’ve done the sums and it just doesn’t work out.

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