Amazon Prime is recommending the "gay film" Groupers (2019)
It starts with a definition: Grouper: Someone who changes their gender or sexual orientation later in life.
You can't change your sexual orientation. It's permanent. I already have a bad feeling about this movie.
Scene 1: A run-down bar full of sleazoid types. Looks like all guys, so it must be a gay bar. Nope-- there's one woman. Two drunk boys, Brad and Dylan, are making unwelcome advances at her. They follow her out to her van. She pushes them inside and speeds off.
No beefcake shots of the actors, who have very few previous credits. This is a random hunk.
When they arrive at their destination, Meg gasses them.
You dope, they're already drugged. What more do you want?
Scene 2: Meg gets up the next morning and goes out to an empty swimming pool, where the guys are tied up facing each other. She explains: they spend a couple of years torturing a gay kid named Orrin, and he finally attempted suicide. She asks "Do you think you choose to be gay?" They answer "Of course." Everybody starts out straight, but some people decide to change. Why would you choose a pathway that's going to get you screamed at from pulpits, lobbied against in Congress, that will make your parents disown you and keep you from getting a good job, if you're not beat up or murdered?
She's going to test their belief. Their cocks are connected; they have to both get aroused at the same time, while looking at each other, to demonstrate that they have chosen to become gay.
Flawed experiment -- you can get aroused for lots of reasons, especially when you are a teenager. And if they do get aroused by each other, it doesn't mean that they decided to be gay. They've always been gay or bi; they just suppressed it.
Dylan gets aroused immediately; he explains that it always happens when he's scared. Brad freaks out: "Your dick is touching my dick! Are you a fag?"
Megan says: "You have an hour to choose to be attracted to each other." If they don't, she will release some sexy photos she took of them while they were unconscious.
Ok, I've had enough of this spittle. It was written by Anderson Cowan, a radio engineer at a tv station in California who has made some short films, like Everybody Dies. His qualifications: he has...um...gay friends.
I got black friends, but I would never dream of writing and directing a movie about African-Americans experiencing institutional racism. I would never get it right, and why am I qualified? White privilege? Hear that, straight guy with gay friends?
