To have any appreciation for Lino Brocka’s Macho Dancer it helps to have some prior exposure to the
rough aestheric of this genre of Phillipine cinema. The cinematography is as gritty as the theme.
This example begins exhibiting the complete lack of cinematic appeal of a cheaply made porn film. Indeed,
the imagery is not too far behind.
However, as we get to know the characters and their difficult life in the Manilla sex trade industry, I stopped
worrying about the lack of photographic professionalism and found myself drawn into their complex world.
Threads of complimentary thematic threads are interwoven in this artlessly presented portrayal of the winning
characters depressing tapestry. Anyone tempted by the allure of sexual tourism should have profound second
thoughts after watching the tensions that become part of the hustler’s everday experiences, victimized by all with
whom they come in contact.
There is, of course, the seemingly madatory tension between the lovely gay boy and his futile attraction for his
hopelessly straight friend. However, in this instance, the tragic culmination is irreversible.
Skin lovers will admire this movie beyond the level of the three stars. I found it to be worth watching,
so in that sense I recommend it. However I urge you to not expect a masterpiece comparable to, say, a