A refugee from another world emerges from a suitcase on the banks of the Thames and moves in with a bourgeois family; he sleeps with the whole family and redeems them, turning a cramped patriarchal cell into a brothel.
Anyone who thought after The Misandrists and Saint-Narcisse that Bruce LaBruce had finally mellowed down a bit is in for a treat. Using porn as a weapon, he offers a personal re-reading of Teorema in the context of contemporary migration, and he allows himself the luxury of rediscovering John Carpenter's They Live when uttering his own harsh slogan: ‘Fucking for all, not just for a minority’. Sublimely queer at a time when puritanism is making a universal comeback, provocative and political. This indictment of all intolerance and barriers sees cinema as a catharsis: dreaming of a free world.
