Endgame (2001)

Endgame is gritty, sexy, dramatic and sympathetic. We all have our opinions about the genre, definitely not a movie for children; however to not see it would be a shame. Endgame may not be everyone's cup of tea, it is slow in places but this sets the mood and it does get better, and has some lovely camera work. Overall I enjoyed it, all actors need starter movies and it is the relatively unknown faces which make this movie. I am not going to spoil the film for viewers, but be aware Endgame does touch on some delicate subjects, abuse, rape and life on the streets. Filmed around Wales, UK, some of the scenery is absolutely stunning! So rent it, view it, enjoy it what have you got to loose!

ENDGAME Aspect ratio: 1.85:1Sound format: Dolby DigitalAfter killing the thuggish gangster (Mark McGann) who'd been acting as his pimp, a beautiful London rent boy (Daniel Newman) goes on the run with a sympathetic American couple (Toni Barry and Corey Johnson), but they're pursued by a corrupt police officer (John Benfield), one of Newman's former clients, desperate to retrieve an incriminating videotape in the boy's possession.Gary Wicks' low budget feature debut will divide opinion like few other gay-themed movies of recent years. The pacing is a little muted, and some of the lapses in logic are too significant to ignore (Barry and Johnson's reaction to Newman's crime is simply not credible), but Wicks generates a fair degree of emotional tension, helped by attractive location photography (by David Bennett), a memorable music score (by Adrian Thomas), and a fine portrait of corrupted innocence by Newman (SPEAK LIKE A CHILD), an elfin beauty whose low-key performance anchors the entire production.True to expectation, Wicks (whose resumé includes an executive producer credit on MOMENTS WITH JOHAN, a softcore ode to European porn star Johan Paulik, produced in 1996) makes a virtue of Newman's exquisite splendor, presenting him either shirtless or naked in every other scene, while Bennett's camera savors (almost) every inch of the young actor's glorious, sculpted body. But in a plot twist calculated to provoke outraged disbelief from some quarters, Newman's relationship with McGann and his cronies is depicted as violent and coercive, while his first heterosexual encounter (with Barry) is portrayed as a tender, liberating experience! This narrative backflip is both inappropriate and offensive, and suggests nothing more than a sop to commercial fortunes, skewing the film toward a gay audience whilst simultaneously appeasing potential straight viewers, an approach which defies all narrative logic and satisfies no one. That aside, however, the plot is reasonably engaging and the performances are superb, while the fetishization of Newman's fabulous torso provides some compensation for the movie's thematic shortcomings.NB. The VHS version contains full-frontal nudity from Newman during a shower sequence early in the film, but the US DVD has been deliberately reframed to obscure everything below the waist.

This one's relatively typical, albeit decidedly less flashy and without some of the pretentious editing, of most modern British gangster pictures (THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY, GANGSTER NO. 1, SEXY BEAST) in that it's overtly violent and foul-mouthed for those that like a dose of toughness now and then. This one's unique take is that it uses gangster shenanigans as the basis for a thriller revolving around homosexual, rough-trade sex and police corruption. The cast is first-rate; and in spite of a story that's relatively contrived and silly, it still entertains like an old Fritz Lang thriller, which is saying a lot for it and it's creator, Gary Wicks. Fairly smashing!

I recently saw End Game at the London Lesbian & Gay Film Festival. From the synopsis i was duped into thinking this would be a psycho sexual drama/thriller exploring the brutal relationship between a gangster and his rent boy lover.What we actually have is a hammy, badly written, underdeveloped film which neither thrills, excites or convinces on any level. Which is a shame as the first ten to fifteen minutes of the film director/screenwriter Gary Wicks shows some signs of directorial flair. Unfortunately when he starts putting dialogue in his actors mouths and drenches the story in jaw dropping implausibility this soon becomes a painful experience.Tom (Danny Newman) is a pouty rent boy living in stunning flat somewhere in West London which is financed by his gangster lover/pimp Norris (Mark McGann). Tom appears to do little else then sit around the flat chain smoking and looking moodily into space waiting for Norris to pop round, whiff a line of coke and start beating ten bells out of him. Things get complicated, however, when Tom meets his neighbours American couple Max and Nikke Bergman(Corey Johnson & Toni Barry). For some inexplicable reason Max takes a shine to Tom and invites him round for dinner. Unfortunately for Tom his fist happy fella happens to pop round while he's out and menacingly waits for his return. Clearly we have some idea where this is heading....Tom accidentally kills Norris and turns to his new best buddies for help. Conveniently they have a cottage out in the middle of nowhere in Wales where they can all flee. This turns out, luckily, to be quite handy as corrupt policeman Dunston (John Benfield) is hunting Tom for some incriminating video tapes.The eventual outcome of this scenario is so far fetched one can't help wonder what exactly Wicks was going for. By making his lead quite obviously queer it would have made much more sense for his character to form a relationship with Max however instead love blossoms between the gay boy and the American wife. This reeks of a cop out, as if Wicks knows there is no way a wider audience would stand for the idea of a straight man and a gay boy having a relationship that's based on anything other than money or violence.In a failed attempt to add gravitas to Tom's plight we learn, from soft focused flashbacks, that all he really needs is some proper TLC which he clearly is unable to get from another man. By taking this stance Wicks renders his film completely absurd and manages to offend and alienate his target gay audience.Performance wise there is no denying that the camera loves Danny Newman (especially his naked torso) however his acting consists of two styles.....moody and pouty...his final emotive speech is quite unintentionally mirth inducing.Johnson is OK as Max and is perhaps the most likeable amongst a gang of completely unsympathetic characters while Barry is bland at best.Production values are quite high on this film so at least everything looks nice and there are one or two touches of humour that work but that really is all the film has going for it. Thrown in some unnecessarily gratuitous violence and a denouement which is sign posted before the half way mark this really is a waste of time for all concerned. A massively wasted opportunity.*