NINE DEAD GAY GUYS

Do you possess the testicular fortitude to watch the comedy that is without a doubt the most tasteless film in this years CIFF? And which is neither “Jackass: The Movie” nor “Patch Adams?” Welcome to NINE DEAD GAY GUYS, a wry, ribald romp through uncharted territory with no shame whatsoever. The Queen is dead not, not her, but His Majesty, a Londoner whose, um, scepter has reached royal dimensions, and 'twas a rare rod that could rise to the Real Hard Two Red Bull test (don't ask if you don't have to), a prerequisite to pleasuring the money-hording Orthodox Jew known as Golder's Green. But, while Green was away at synagogue services one night, someone felled the Queen with a class 5 offensive weapon AKA a hand-held electric cattle prod. And the two private dicks investigating the homo-cide aren't licensed detectives, but do know their way around licentious privates; they're Byron and Kenny, a pair o'Irish lads who have learned to supplement a vagrant's income from the government dole by giving oral services (the kind that requires no speaking) to certain well-heeled older men. Life indeed sucks for this duo. But if whoever sent the Queen to the great queer-after did it to steal Golder's Green's fortune, then Byron and Kenny could put their hands on a real treasure. They might also find the cash, too. “Austin Powers” is a Family Film entry compared to this outr? exercise in transgressive farce that actually does serve up a moral in the end. Adults only!