The film had a storyline that can only be described as salacious and lurid. The narrative naturally beguiled my 16-year-old closeted self, and added to my own internet cruising for doses of gay culture before regularly deleting the browsing history.
The recent press coverage swirling around James Franco's latest opus, Interior. Leather Bar., has evoked memories of my own conflicting contributions to Franco's inspiration, when I looked forward to performing oral sex on Al Pacino in Central Park.
As bizarre and seemingly out-of-nowhere as it is for Franco to make a film exploring William Friedkin's controversial 1980 film Cruising, his calling on Mathews to assist in such an endeavor seemed somehow symbiotic.