A scrawny, scruffy, bug-eyed, twenty-something, straight but gay-for-pay porn performer and hustler in Argentina cons a fat, lonely, middle-aged gay baker in Belgium into paying for his flight from South America to Europe, promising to fulfill the baker's every fantasy and desire. Once there, he steals from the baker, verbally abuses him, refuses to have sex with him, and chases after the baker's assistant, a seemingly well-adjusted and sensible widowed mother his own age who has a son around four years old.
SPOILERS:
An hour and a half later... after a whole bunch of stupid crap (including the revelation--after he'd had sex with both the baker and the single mother--that the hustler has had untreated AIDS for three years; and the woman's leaving her son in the care of this skanky, lying guy with AIDS while she goes to a party, right after he showed her some of the gay porn he appeared in; and an EXTREMELY offensive scene in which the scrawny hustler makes the fat baker run and exercise in a park while he ridicules him the whole time)... the baker ends up with a partner much more like himself (for which the skanky hustler with AIDS somehow gets credit, as if he's a messiah who came in order to solve everybody's problems), the single mom evidently abandons her son and chases the skanky Argentine hustler with AIDS to the skanky bar where he tends bar between tricks, and they make out like monkeys in heat. THE END.
It's been a very long time since I hated a movie as much as I hate this one.
SPOILERS:
An hour and a half later... after a whole bunch of stupid crap (including the revelation--after he'd had sex with both the baker and the single mother--that the hustler has had untreated AIDS for three years; and the woman's leaving her son in the care of this skanky, lying guy with AIDS while she goes to a party, right after he showed her some of the gay porn he appeared in; and an EXTREMELY offensive scene in which the scrawny hustler makes the fat baker run and exercise in a park while he ridicules him the whole time)... the baker ends up with a partner much more like himself (for which the skanky hustler with AIDS somehow gets credit, as if he's a messiah who came in order to solve everybody's problems), the single mom evidently abandons her son and chases the skanky Argentine hustler with AIDS to the skanky bar where he tends bar between tricks, and they make out like monkeys in heat. THE END.
It's been a very long time since I hated a movie as much as I hate this one.