Richard Klagsbrun writes (read the whole thing):
It sounds like it could be a scene from some of the incoherent, taxpayer-financed, homoerotic drivel that John Greyson tries to pass off as “film making.” Two dark, lean men, after release from the sweaty confinement of a crowded prison cell, find themselves adulated to the point where they have to towel each other off following a series of sloppy tongue-baths from fawning interviewers.on their return to Canad…