Even a sequel that makes fun of sequelizing can suffer the dread sophomore slump, as illustrated by “Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild!” This strenuously unfunny follow-up to the uneven but often uproarious “Another Gay Movie” duly maintains the original’s levels of raunch and gross-out gags, but it all feels perfunctory, with comic inspiration distinctly lacking. Nonetheless, the first edition’s success (primarily on DVD) should pave the way for decent niche theatrical returns and good ancillary biz. Gradual U.S. theatrical rollout commences Aug. 29 in New York, Los Angeles and Fort Lauderdale, Fla.
Three of the four lead characters are played by new actors, with an opening “Wizard of Oz” parody offering one explanation for why they “all look slightly different” — perhaps because certain actors’ agents think “doing two gay movies in a row will make people think you’re actually gay.”
Only holdover is Jonah Blechman as extreme queen Nico. Now in college, he, Griff (Aaron Michael Davies), Jarod (Jimmy Clabots) and Andy (Jake Mosser) are flying to Fort Lauderdale for spring break, discovering en route that a fellow passenger is Internet gossip maven Perez Hilton (playing himself). Servicing a priest in the loo, the latter hits his head and becomes an evangelizing religious zealot — one of many potentially funny ideas here that go nowhere.
At a resort presided over by RuPaul and Lady Bunny, the quartet sign up for a “Gays Gone Wild” contest that awards prizes to whoever gets laid the most during their stay. Past winner is imperious blond Jasper (Will Wikle), who, with two flunkies also named Jasper (Brandon Lim, Issac Webster), tries to foil the newcomers’ chances. Meanwhile, monogamous couple Griff and Jarod experiment with an “open relationship;” Andy struggles to resist the available sexual smorgasbord in favor of chaste new beau Luis (Euriamis Losada); and in this sea of gym bunnies, uber-femme Nico has trouble attracting anyone at all.
Returning director-scenarist Todd Stephens maintains the prior pic’s high energy and bright color schemes, with the setting allowing for a major increase in eye candy of the barely clad kind. (Porn faves Brent Corrigan, Colton Ford and Michael Lucas contribute to the latter in variably sizable roles.) But while their replacements are agreeable enough, the original’s absent leads are missed, as they brought a certain sweetness to the proceedings that this yea-more-crass follow-up sorely lacks.
Worse, pic is more often simply effortful rather than funny, with gags involving vomit, poo, superglue and so forth scoring more yucks than yuks. Even a musical number and a zombie nightmare fail to draw the desired laughs. Blechman has some good moments in which he seems to be channeling Joan Crawford in full histrionic mode, and brief animation by Justin Winslow is another bright spot.
Tech package is decent.