Princess Cyd

For some...equating homosexuality with religion is easier said than done.

For most auteurs...that challenge is usually larger than they can handle - as is the case here.

Stephen Cone likes his religion...although Princess Cyd is not a religious film [per se] it does serve out a generous dollop of the stuff coupled with an overly-large side-dish of pseudo-academic guff.

Now...in this age of tolerance and political correctness, belittling religious beliefs is a definite no-no...even when those religious institutions [constantly & consistently] belittle our fractured & laboured L.G.B.T community! Stephen Cone has an agenda...he may not be preaching/screaming from the rooftops...but, it is as irksome as a satanist spewing fire and brimstone!

Not much happens in Cyd...there's much chatter-about-nothing, there's a soirée [seriously, who has a soirée nowadays?], Cyd wears a statement-making tuxedo [how bold!!!]...there's sun-bathing, more chatter-about-something, sexual encounters with both sexes, even more chatter, a mental health issue that's dealt with rather rapidly...just when the film starts to get interesting. And...cut...back to the sunbathing and/or chat!

It's not a badly-made film...there's just nothing to it, there's no artistry, minimum conflict, zero insight and a whole lot of hot air. It does leave you wondering...why did a man make this film?!?

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