The times may have changed. 30 years ago, the most illicit conceivable relationship between man and best may have been best captured by the Gilda Radner song referenced in the title. In the song, we gather together as one species to swear at the animals we find around the farm.
But it's 2007 now. And a movie I saw over the weekend shows that dudes are getting together to do something altogether different with the animals. The movie is a documentary called Zoo, and it follows the zoophile culture in the Seattle area. The impetus for the film appears to have been the death of an engineer from Seattle, whose demise came from internal bleeding caused by a ruptured sigmoid colon. How did the colon rupture? A horse.
I don't like this movie because of the filmmaker's decisions on how to tell and show the story; it's sort of like sitting through a really long episode of Unsolved Mysteries. But I knew nothing about the topic before seeing the movie, so I guess I can say I'm more informed.
If you want to sit through a bad film about a hard to understand, make-you-want-to-gag fetish, Zoo may be it for you. Or if you want to punish your parents for making you sit through 12 years of catechism, Zoo may be for you as well. Whatever your take on zoophilia, for me the film reaffirmed that man-beast relations should never go past a good belly scratch and a rub behind the ears.
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