Play Dead

This is the kind of film that is so bad, so tasteless, so disturbing, you're embarassed when you laugh out loud at it--as the crowd at the 2001 DC Gay & Lesbian Film Festival did last night. The acting is somewhat amateurish, and the writing leaves a lot to be desired, but the situations, instead of stopping short as in most black comedies, keep going right past the border of good taste. And the audience was dragged along in spite of itself. As the lights went up, there was a lot of sheepish looking around as if everyone wanted to reassure themselves that they weren't the only ones who enjoyed it. Worth seeing, if only to see how depraved you really are.