Those who've built up Scotty Bowers as some sort of Hollywood "legend" are ridiculous. Legend of what? Pimping and exploiting? No one likes an opportunistic kiss-and-tell. Yes, the doc holds one's interest to a certain extent, but it's also sad that Bowers ended up a hoarder who wore the same clothes every day, shoplifted cat food, and drove around town looking for used toilets to add to the junk he hoarded. Even his wife didn't feel comfortable with his past and the circle of "friends" he had. I did enjoy the various photos and films of gay and bi men displaying their bouncy, flapping danglers -- anybody who says they didn't is either a liar, a pinchy prude, or sexually dead -- but so much of this makes one want to take a shower afterward.
