LONDON: Several months ago a few people got together and decided to form a gay film unit. And this week, on a G-string budget, the unit showed it meant business.
A little professional help is turning the amateur enthusiasm into a dream realised.
But before the movie-buffs rush off to the Biograph to see a blue movie, a word or two of warning: this is just the first of a series of commercials for gay liberation politics, the initial project being called Party Piece.
Needless to say, there’s a nude scene, played by Leonard Whiting, a fantasy leather sequence and so on. The message the movie gets across is quite explicit, so, of course, there won’t be a generous screening of it when it’s finished (the unit hopes it won’t take more than about a month in postproduction) and it may turn up at the Electric Cinema Club, or the Kings Cross Cinema, the unit hopes. But so far no definite arrangements have been negotiated for its screening.
The movie has the obvious weaknesses you expect if one uses an entirely amateur cast, but producer Ray Fowler and director Bruce Wisehart have very definite ideas of where they think the gay visual art scene should be headed.
The two-minute colour movie took nine hours to shoot in a borrowed Hampstead flat and although enthusiasm began to wane under the hot lights and the intense concentration required, I think Bruce and Roy have a small winner in the can.
The film unit intends to go ahead making more gay movies, but future plans are not yet definite.
A glittering showcase of hard steel and power greeted me on the last day of the Motor Cycle Show at Earls Court. Big uns and Little uns of every shape and size to suit every taste available if you happen to have a few hundred spare quid lying around in your bottom drawer.
Magical names like Triumph, Norton, Kawasaki, Honda evoking thoughts of speed and hot summer days but dear me! not a BMW in sight save my old R60 lying in a side street. Really ‘very tasty’ some of these machines were too, and the exhibitors actually encouraged people to get on the machines and feel them for themselves. (Good sales psychology that!)
The younger element were having a whale of a time doing just that – twisting throttles and jumping up and down on kick starts though there was little chance of them starting up minus batteries and petrol.
Pity that might have been rather fun. After two hours or so of this heady atmosphere arid looking at these beautiful machines, not to mention the beautiful boys your reporter staggered to the bar in search of a quick snorter but not until he had overheard this from a six year old to his dad. “Dad, can I have that Red one over there?” The Red one happened to be a 450cc Ducati priced at £460.80.
I guess that’s something one little boy won’t be getting in his stocking for Christmas.