Animal House

We remain steadfast in our belief regarding the next popular selection from the buffet of sexual perversion. Now that deciding to be gay, bisexual, transgendered, or Episcopalian is viewed as akin to deciding between loafers with tassels and those with that little slot for pennies, it is our prediction that sex between men and boys will be the next big thing. We'll hear all the same arguments about personal decisions, freedom, absence of victims, Greeks, narrow-mindedness, famous artists and the like. And, ultimately, the State will step in with classes for middle-school boys in how to wisely choose a sugar-daddy, if that's what you little tykes decide to do. Because they're just going to, don't you know?

But despite our views on the subject we are not so dogmatic as to insist that there is no competition for the honor of being the next rest stop on that great turnpike to Gomorrah. No indeed. The Los Angeles Times reports:

"Zoo," premiering before a rapt audience Saturday night at Sundance, manages to be a poetic film about a forbidden subject, a perfect marriage between a cool and contemplative director (the little-seen "Police Beat") and potentially incendiary subject matter: sex between men and animals. Not graphic in the least, this strange and strangely beautiful film combines audio interviews (two of the three men involved did not want to appear on camera) with elegiac visual re-creations intended to conjure up the mood and spirit of situations. The director himself puts it best: "I aestheticized the sleaze right out of it."

No doubt.