queer, noir, classic hollywood, classic animation, classic foreign, young adult, 80s.
Novel for anyone the right age for names like Balthazar Getty and Jonathan Brandis to mean anything to them, and obviously heartfelt, but Frye can't resist the contemporary documentarian's urge to talk over her archival footage, rather than giving it much of a chance to speak for itself. Her treatment of a certain notorious cretin is...interesting in its calculated evasiveness, I guess, but I prefer to think she knows exactly what she's doing.
The late, great Robin Wood makes reference to MY BODYGUARD in his book HOLLYWOOD FROM VIETNAM TO REAGAN in a chapter on the homoeroticism of "buddy films," citing this one's "extraordinary motorbike-riding montage sequence in which the two male teenagers are seen trying out all available positions." That might just sound cute, but it might just provide a meaningful connection for 2013 audiences to this 33-year-old film. Bullying certainly effects more people than just gay kids, but it is fair…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Delightfully perverse, and, for once, a worthy viral sensation, but the turn towards all-out horror in the final minutes might put too fine a point on the whole thing. Aren't the patronizing racial politics, family-friendly smut and the overall tone of squeaky-cleanliness all sinister enough without letting a slasher on the loose?