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Adored - Diary of a Porn Star (2004)
Genre: Foreign Films
DVD Info
Release:
Feb 11, 2004
DVD Features:
- Region 1
- Keep Case
- Full Frame - 1.33
Additional Release Material:
- Theatrical Trailer
- The Making of
- Deleted Scenes
- Bonus Short - 1. BACKSTAGE WITH RIKI
Reviews
Federico who moves in with Riki ... only to realize that his brother’s butt has had more visitors than the Catholic Church on Easter Sunday.
Writer/director/actor Filiberti, like his film, is highly watchable. He happens to be extremely photogenic and comfortable at whatever he is performing, even if it's only a dance in a male strip club.
This clumsy, self-indulgent film veers from comedy to tragedy and is told in flashbacks, with treacly diary entries and unconvincing 'testimonies' from friends providing a window into the past.
Offers a few surprisingly sweet moments but never overcomes the narcissism it's ostensibly deconstructing.
There is little for an American audience to adore about the film's star- writer-director Marco Filiberti, a breathtakingly self-idolatrous artist who makes Roberto Benigni look like an avatar of humility.
There are enough scenes here to make even the most jaded viewer squirm.
Not only is Adored amateurish and mawkish even by the standards of American 'gaysploitation' cinema, it's weirdly shy about showing nudity and sex.
A vanity project so preposterous it deserves to become an instant camp hit.
An unfortunate exercise in ego run amok, coupled with inexperience and ineptitude.
Judging by Adored, the Italian singer, actor and filmmaker Marco Filiberti has the healthiest ego in Europe, if not the known universe.
The film's witlessness keeps any satirical potential submerged well below soap opera levels.
The story plays more like a young man's passing daydream of offbeat glory than a drama with realistic bite.
Drips with that element that has turned countless gay films into dour endurance tests: navel-gazing self-pity.
[Marco Filiberti] has lots on his mind and much in his heart, and as a filmmaker displays a Douglas Sirkian flair for finding substance in melodrama.
This feeble comedy-tragedy has Sirkian aspirations but never misses an opportunity to settle for being flesh-friendly gay-film-festival fodder.


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