Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild


Previously on Another Gay Movie, Todd Stephens’s racist and pandering but almost canny response to American Pie, Nico thankfully lost his shit before almost getting it from Richard Hatch; Superman-ish Jarod gave in to Griff’s big nerd cock; and Andy sacrificed his ass cherry to two dicks at once. Flash-forward to the equally desperate Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild, which begins with a nightmare that doesn’t let up even after Nico (Jonah Blechman) wakes up. Virgins no more, the motley crew of fags (all played by different actors except for Blechman’s nelly queen) travel to Fort Lauderdale—think Fire Island as reimagined by Rainbow Brite—for a fucktastic spring break that ends with trite lessons learned about monogamy, ostracism, and the sparring ways of the heart and hole. Having shot his satirical load on the first film, Stephens settles for grand-scale minstrelsy this time around, giving scant screen time to Lady Bunny and Whitney Houston—er, RuPaul—and way too much to Amanda Lepore’s tits and our community’s own Stepin Fetchit, Perez Hilton. Bigger, longer, and uncut—but only in the phallic sense—this mincing bad time is built entirely around shrill pop-culture references. But how queer am I for knowing that its only funny line was lifted whole from the great Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion?