queer, noir, classic hollywood, classic animation, classic foreign, young adult, 80s.
A good documentary that might have been a landmark concert film had Thompson let the historical footage speak for itself (a first time director, he falls victim to the contemporary documentary's propensity for putting too fine a point on things). Like, you obviously still need to see this, but here's hoping that the deluxe blu-ray box set compiling all of the available performance footage is in the works.
Pretty, but slight. I appreciate the queer metaphor, but I cannot help but wonder if it might have had more power had the male/male friendship been more of a Splash-type of thing with the fish-boy wanting to stay above water for the sake of a land-boy, rather than other fish-boy representing a drag on his development. Still, there is undoubtedly a generation of gay eight-year-olds right now figuring themselves out through the character of Alberto, so that's something.
The late, great Robin Wood makes reference to MY BODYGUARD in his book HOLLYWOOD FROM VIETNAM TO REAGAN in a chapter on the homoeroticism of "buddy films," citing this one's "extraordinary motorbike-riding montage sequence in which the two male teenagers are seen trying out all available positions." That might just sound cute, but it might just provide a meaningful connection for 2013 audiences to this 33-year-old film. Bullying certainly effects more people than just gay kids, but it is fair…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Delightfully perverse, and, for once, a worthy viral sensation, but the turn towards all-out horror in the final minutes might put too fine a point on the whole thing. Aren't the patronizing racial politics, family-friendly smut and the overall tone of squeaky-cleanliness all sinister enough without letting a slasher on the loose?