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I'm going to count to five and we're going to fuckin' *kiss* and we're just going to do it. Alright.
four, three, two, one.
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Being a masculine, wholly heterosexual man, I slipped into my pj's, lit and candle and settled down to watch a movie about 2 straight guys talk themselves into having gay sex.
Humpday is about two best friends, separated by different lifestyles, brought a little too close together again by a "I'm not backing out of this" style drunk/high bet about making a gay art sex video.
Watching these 2 superbly sculpted characters interact is a joy to anyone who has ever had a proper friend...whom they would sleep with on film for art if they had to. Their incredible well portrayed relationship begins to strangely rope you in to kinda wishing they'd go through with the deed, no matter how much the thought initially makes you feel all ewwwww inside.
A few times I caught myself relating a little too much to their plight, and I doubt I'm gonna be able to look at certain friends of mine again.
The script is bare and honest, perfectly delivered by the 3 main characters, and is a solid foundation for this almost documentary style movie.
All in all, Humpday with not only make you cringe to the corest of your core, but also make you ask a few questions about yourself that you really don't want to be asking.
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