Synopsis
He rode the West... The girls rode the rest! Together they ravaged the land!
Assaulted by Third World outlaws, donkey-riding Rosie joins a silent drifter's search for gold.
Assaulted by Third World outlaws, donkey-riding Rosie joins a silent drifter's search for gold.
Luxure dans la souillure, Geier, Geld und goldene Eier, A Louca Corrida do Ouro, Vášeň v prachu, Eszelős Vadnyugat, Страсть в пыли, Polvo de oro, 尘土中的欲望
John Waters was either right to turn this script down because it very much wasn't him, or wrong to not have infused this film with the energy and humor he's best at. Either way, this is not the John Waters western it deserved to be. Instead, it's the Paul Bartel western it ended up being, which is... almost there. It's not impossible to enjoy this mess of a film, but the (divine) presence of Divine promises a certain energy that this film fails to capture. There's just too much seriousness. It needs to hit full-tilt absurdity and not look back, but instead, it veers into plot too often. It almost makes sense as a plot, in fact (almost), and that's…
Paul Bartel directed this goofy western where Divine keeps crushing men to death while performing oral sex on her with her thighs. Fuck it. I can't make that sentence any better than it is. The movie suffers from the same affliction.
It’s Divine in a Western.
A queer sex comedy that satirizes the Western genre and has no explicitly gay sex in it (but implicitly, hello!). JL who didn’t get to watch this with me asked “Is it kind of a porno western?” Almost?
Oh how “straight satire” is really an oxymoron. How can you satirize culture being part of the neurotypical unoppressed mainstream? Blazing Saddles this is not.
This queer western satire porno sex comedy musical is embodied (and bodied) by the authentically transgressive Divine, a debaser like Frank Black sings about, slicing up eyeballs with husky-voiced tongue lashings. They’re killing men with their thighs and sporting a map to gold on their ass. While shooting the bar fight scene—a…
Tab Hunter produced western hopes to capitalize on his Polyester chemistry with Divine, with all the trappings of a John Waters effort, only to be helmed by the late great Paul Bartel (Eating Raoul). It's one of the largest budgets the director was afforded, which by all accounts handicapped his actual style (not including frequent collaborator Mary Woronov seems to have become a sticking point between them). Without a writing credit, its hard to see Bartel's sharp wit and daring spirit in the finished piece, even if his humour shines through. Even as a work for hire, the collection of talents circling this dustbowl make it an easy standout of the "maps tattooed on asses" western subgenre (...).
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The mere presence of cult icon Divine is enough to misconceive viewers into thinking that this western spoof is the work of John Waters -- a misconception likely bolstered by the appearance of Polyester co-star Tab Hunter. It's fascinating to think what could have been had Waters not declined the opportunity to direct Lust in the Dust. Instead of the button-pushing anarchic energy of John Waters, we get Roger Corman disciple Paul Bartel, who might be odd and kinky, but lacks the provocative ambition to mine this material for anything more than surface-level chuckles. Remove the novelty of watching a gay camp western starring an obese drag queen and you realize that Lust in the Dust is a broad western…
A Divine and Tab Hunter western directed by Paul Bartel?! How could you go wrong? Well, as Tab Hunter says in the making of special feature “it was really nice of Paul to agree to direct something he didn’t write with two weeks notice hot off the success of his breakout feature…I’m not sure if it helped his career much, but he took one for the team….”—It’s OK, Paul, I’d gladly ruin my career for Divine and Tab Hunter too.
I’m hit and miss with Bartel. I absolutely adore Eating Raoul and, although I haven’t seen it in years, Scenes from the Class Struggle In Beverly Hills is one I remember fondly. I recently watched Death Race 2000, and meh … too unfocused and Coreman. The Tim Conway penned and starred The Longshot was so embarrassing I had to walk out after 45 minutes.
I bought Lust in the Dust a while ago …. It was a cheap double feature DVD with Altman’s Beyond Therapy ( the latter getting 2.5 on IMDB ). It was in my queue for watching when Lise didn’t watch a film nights.
I’ve glanced at reviews from friends, and yeah, this is Bartel meets Waters…
Wild West Summer 2021: Film #5
Task #14 - Watch a Weird or otherwise bizarre Western
The legend of Chile Verde tells of men and women who became slaves to their passions. They paid the price here under the blistering, burning, blazing, scorching, roasting, toasting, baking, boiling, broiling, steaming, searing, sizzling, grilling, smoldering, very hot New Mexico sun. For there is a saying in these parts: those who lust in the dust shall die in the dust.
Somehow not the only western about a treasure map tattooed onto several butts.
This could've been a lotttt funnier. Divine is as wildly charismatic as ever, and Lanie Kazan matches her energy quite nicely. The two of them together are a great match, literally as the two of them keep throwing shade at one another finally reaching a boiling point and ending in an actual fistfight/smackdown between the two of them and its a superb scene. Unfortunately even tho they both have big parts in the movie, the central part is actually Tab Hunter's Man With No Name character. (Ok he has a name technically--its Abel)
Hunter is pretty, pretty bland in the central part and I suspect its because he's playing everything completely and totally seriously as if he's in a completely…
tab hunter really was like yes i'm gay yes all my friends are drag queens and yes i'm gonna make a movie with my partner and divine what about it !