A refugee from another world emerges from a suitcase on the banks of the Thames and moves in with a bourgeois family; he sleeps with the whole family and redeems them, turning a cramped patriarchal cell into a brothel.
Anyone who thought after The Misandrists and Saint-Narcisse that Bruce LaBruce had finally mellowed down a bit is in for a treat. Using porn as a weapon, he offers a personal retread of Teorema in this age of migrancy, and he allows himself the luxury of rediscovering John Carpenter's They Live when uttering his own harsh slogans. ‘Fucking for all, not just for a minority’. Sublimely queer at a time when puritanism is making a universal comeback, provocative and political. This indictment of all intolerance and barriers sees cinema as a catharsis: dreaming of a free world.
