After his "Addiction Trilogy" which all centered on woman protags, underground helmer-writer-producer Todd Verow shifts gaze to male crotches with digi-filmed "Anonymous." Although occasionally witty, both pic and narcissistic hero grow tiresome over brief running time. Helmer's cult following will ensure "Anonymous" will show face at fests.
After his “Addiction Trilogy” (“Little Stabs of Happiness,” “Shucking the Curve, ” “The Trouble With Perpetual Deja Vu”) which all centered on woman protags, underground helmer-writer-producer Todd Verow shifts gaze to male crotches with digi-filmed “Anonymous.” Although occasionally witty, even with its abundant lashings of sex, both pic and selfish, narcissistic hero grow tiresome over surprisingly brief running time. Helmer’s small cult following will ensure “Anonymous” will show face at specialist fests.
Verow himself stars as a movie theater manager named, natch, Todd, who lives with steady b.f. John (Dustin Schell) in a small NYC apartment. When not admiring his own body while stripping down to his jockstrap in the office, Todd combs public toilets and the Internet for sex with strangers. But John catches him in flagrante delicto at the cinema one night, beats him up, and turns him out onto the street. Making matters worse, an IRS official (played by reliable “queer cinema” regular Craig Chester) comes to audit Todd, offering an unusual means of settling his back tax bill. Verow is just OK as lead, other players, Chester excepted, are much weaker. Tech credits very so-so.