It's far from being a classic, but there is something undeniably engrossing about The Art of Dying. It's an extremely violent film with an excellent, jazzy score by John Gonzalez and some decent and atmospheric cinematography. It's also a right wing fantasy writ large: here is the film that ties 'the gay agenda' and the fictional world of snuff movies together. Connect the dots: a gay couple are luring innocent young Americans into their web of murder and deceit, selling them a bill of goods about fame and fortune that end in their violent and bloody deaths. Add in star Wings Hauser's reverse racism rant to his African-American commander ("you're a racist asshole!") and a copious assortment of bared breasts and simulated straight sex, and you have a film which will have red-blooded hetero white American males pumping their fists in the air.
Review of The Art of Dying
