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Warning: This DVD review will contain explicit language of a sexual nature. If you are offended by this type of talk, do not continue.
A funny thing happened as I progressed farther into the 2005 smorgasbord of sex and violence that is "Flirting with Anthony": I was drawn into the nonsensical plot and the characters who exist solely to show off their penises or vaginas. The story-held together with duct tape and cum-has nothing to say about the characters and, I suspect, was a thinly veiled excuse to ask actors to disrobe in the casting sessions.
At some indiscriminate time in the past, a man-Anthony-is chased and abducted by two other men. He´s then brought to a residential garage, tied up and beaten until he´s bloody. Apparently, all these men are part of a not-important-enough-for-explanation mob…or crime ring…or something. Anyway, a well dressed associate-Jack-enters the garage and beings to caress and lick Anthony, eventually turning his gun on Bruno, the guard. Fast forward a couple years (presumably) and Anthony live with a girl he doesn´t have sex with and her gay brother, who works as a big gorilla. Anthony and Donna-the girl-set off when her father dies…
Know what, forget it. The problem is giving any kind of plot synopsis for "Flirting with Anthony" is the film defies any kind of explanation. Plot elements are thrown in for no good reason; Anthony and Donna have sex with a laundry list of people on their journey (two of them are even old ex´s…one of whom is shot, leading Anthony to run around a motel in a jock strap…); Jack´s van conveniently breaks down on the side of the road where the two travelers are passing; pointless sidetracks with a psychic and two drag queens.
The one thing that mesmerized me was trying to form a rational storyline based on the material presented on the screen. The problem with that, as you might have guessed, is there is no storyline, at least no storyline worth repeating or dissecting. "Flirting with Anthony" doesn´t have anything to say on any level, nor does it even pretend to be pretentiously experimental. It´s just an excuse for fucking, sucking and full frontal nudity. There´s nothing wrong with any of those things separately or together; any porn worth it´s weight employs all three and a whole host more of un-family friendly actions. But this isn´t porn. This is a legitimate film.
Everything about "Flirting with Anthony" is juvenile, from the way absolutely no plot point makes a lick of sense to the reactions from each and every character. For starters, Anthony and Donna continuously pin her younger brother Leroy and tickle him. Yes, I said tickle. Further, they dress up while doing it, all the while forcing the audience to wonder if a sex scene between the three is coming. This shouldn´t come as any surprise, since Anthony´s break out in the beginning of the film is followed by both Jack and Anthony getting naked and taking pictures with Bruno which would suggest man-on-man sex blackmail.
Outside of 20 minutes, does Leroy figure into the plot? Nope. And, in what must have been a disappointment for actor Ryan A. Allen, he is the only "main" character not to show off his privates. If you´re going to be in a piece of trash, you might as well go all the way, right?
Later-and this is a spoiler for anyone really interested in seeing the movie-Donna has the gall to become angry with Anthony and Jack when they have sex in a bathroom stall. This, after two separate instances of hookers and whores on the road trip. I can´t figure out what she´s so upset about: that her "boyfriend" is gay or that he had sex in a place she couldn´t watch and finger herself. It´s that kind of logic-rather, the lack of-which permeates through a maddening 88 minutes.
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