AniInterview Sorry, this movie sucks

Phonearl Good start, but then it gets ruined

Gary The movie's not perfect, but it sticks the landing of its message. It was engaging - thrilling at times - and I personally thought it was a great time.

Jenni Devyn Worth seeing just to witness how winsome it is.

Graham Greene A hazy, fever dream of riverbank eroticism played out as a mirror ball recollection of turn of the century soft-core surrealism; with the whole thing further abstracted by the continual stylisations of the director, his absurd sense of postcard caricature and bawdy humour, and the exciting presentation of music and movement that recalls the energy and sensuality of the continually fascinating masterpiece, West Side Story (1961). You can attempt to read the film on a deeper level if you must, however, I think the intention of Maddin was simply to play around with the various iconography of early gay cinema as an exercise in ironic style and sly subversion, whilst also experimenting with the representation of movement and rhythm in a purely musical sense (something that he would eventually return to with a film like Dracula: Pages from a Virgin's Diary, 2002). The emphasis is clearly on style and technique, as opposed to any kind of conventional narrative or accent on plot; with the director instead experimenting with elements of interpretive dance and his typically antiquated approach to cinema, as a parade of preening boy-toys in sailor suits indulge in fighting and frivolity as an extended metaphor for the nature of man and the continuing cycle of violence.However, even with such suggestions in mind, the film is presented in such a way as to defy easy interpretation, with the spellbinding quality of Maddin's film-making approach and the sheer hypnotic quality of the rhythms of the music and the rhythms of the film transporting us in a way that the very best pictures often do. Even though many chose to accept this simply as an exercise in stylistic indulgence, you can still attempt to find some kind of sub-textual connection with the ideas, finding elements of metaphor or allegory perhaps in the way that Maddin juxtaposes an antique, anachronistic presentation of clearly defined sense of iconography, with an energy and excitement often lacking from many authentic films of the era that he is here making reference to. More fittingly however, the film can be approached as an infernal parody of the notions of machismo and male bravado, as ego and competition fuel the performance into more and more frenzied realms of dance-like violence that is 'acted' (both by the performers and the characters that they portray), as opposed to 'felt'. You could also see the film as an extended metaphor for sex, with the harsh foreplay giving in to a series of beautiful lines and movements before all participants lie back, exhausted and spent.This interpretation is further suggested by the opening lines of dialog, in which the elder of the men announces that he's going into town to buy condoms, quickly reminding the boys that there will be "no slapping" - perhaps a pertinent allusion here to "no slapping / no sex". Again, these are just suggested interpretations on my part, with the film really working as a visual experience, no different from music video or performance art. It's all very silly and somewhat tongue-in-cheek as well, with the faux-kitsch implications of the title also going some lengths in suggesting the frivolous and amusing tone that the director seemed to be attempting. At the time of writing, I'm still a novice when it comes to the work of Guy Maddin, though I've seen most of his short films and find them all to be excellent in their own unique and compelling little way. Though it at first might seem like a ridiculous novelty, Sissy Boy Slap Party (1995) is actually a fascinating and highly entertaining six-minute film of captivating design, intelligent style and pure, unadulterated imagination.

moglodc My experience was the opposite of the previous reviewer. I also saw Sissy Boy Slap Party as part of a festival of gay short films, and giggled and laughed through the whole thing at the giddy silliness of it. It was well received by the audience. You can't take it too seriously, obviously. But the combination of the music, the silent-film style, and the vision of a bunch of hunky guys naughtily having a slap party (nobody looks like they get hurt) when their mysterious overseer leaves them unsupervised with explicit "no slapping" instructions, is strangely irresistible. If you need something literal or "meaningful," this one's probably not for you. But if you're able to get into the spirit of something creative and goofy, this can be a great laugh tonic.

kimberlymj This movie is a little slice of choreographic genius. Shot in Guy Maddin's black and white faux early-film style, it's a six-minute dance of, well, sissy boys slapping each other. They slap, they cry, they giggle, and you laugh. It's set up, timed, and concluded flawlessly. There are jungle rhythms, beautiful boys, builds and climaxes, and one-of-a-kind cinematography. If you appreciate Guy Maddin at all, if you like camp, or if you think the title "Sissy Boy Slap Party" is funny, there's no reason not to own this and stick in your DVD player whenever you need a quick pick-me-up. Sofa guests seem to love it, too.

bob the moo When the "daddy" goes out to the shop to buy condoms, he warns his gathered young men that he wants no slapping while he is away. Of course, this warning lasts fewer than 10 seconds after he has stepped out of the door and quickly the group are slapping each other all over and loving every minute of it.Although this short film has no plot and no real meaning, it is worth seeing simply as another example of who Guy Maddin is and how his style can be used in various ways – in this film, acting out gay clichés while also sending up the homo-erotic cinema of past generations. Here we have four minutes of men (very camp men) slapping each other. While it may sound like a closet case's perfect film, it is actually a funny little piece that lampoons the clichés of cinema's presentation of homosexuals and the eroticism that it cannot help but produce at the same time. Many will see just men slapping each other and will wonder what the point was – hysterically one reviewer here has said this film was made as a promotion piece for The Saddest Music In The World, clearly not knowing that it was made about 7 years earlier! Not worth hunting down by itself, this short is still funny enough and interesting enough to se worth seeing if you get the chance, despite the basic "plot". Maddin fans will understand why he is always worth seeing and this short is no exception even if there is really very little to it.