I had long been defending this gay pablum as a target of the MPAA to plead faugh against queer cinema based on Roger Ebert’s review, where he stood up claiming that there was no language or nudity to constitute an R rating.However, finally having seen Get Real for myself, based on the MPAA’s foul language standard, the movie more than meets its max with “fucks” and “shits,” not to mention brief buttock nudity as well. Regardless of that or not, I hardly see the determining rating attracting or scaring away any business. Ben Silverstone is a gay high schooler despondent of the likelihood of his finding love and affection in his adolescent years, so takes up quickies and fishing for guys in a public bathroom. One catch happens to be his crush, the school’s key quarterback (Brad Gorton), who’s on-again/off-again homosexual and interested in Silverstone. Any intermediary action takes place with Silverstone’s “fag hag” (Charlotte Brittain), a rotund ditz who can’t seem to pass her driver’s test. And they all blah-blah-blah all the way home with rudimentary homophobia issues skimmed rather than analyzed. Patrick Wilde’s screenplay and Simon Shore’s direction all aim for the feel-good lightheartedness of a heterosexual romantic comedy, perhaps, but regardless of the sexual preference of the characters, we have to feel some sort of connection to root for their success or even care, but that isn’t an option with the leads — or any of the characters — in Get Real. Trite replaces the notion of lighthearted, and it’s a quickly tiresome unromantic soap with superficial treatment or interest in the filmmakers’ points-of-view, not to forget the poor development, as well, of the parent figures. The inane, unresolved ending doesn’t let anyone off the hook early either.[Redeemable.]
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