Y'know in hindsight, what with major Hollywood stars starring in female-rape movies written by gay authors, the Reagan-era cultural backlash was sort of inevitable.
Correction - that spoiler is from the novel this movie was "based on".
In the movie, Rusty drops out of the plot completely after he becomes (yet another) cabana boy for the character being played by an 80 year-old Mae West (I can't remember her name); in the novel he leaves after nearly beating Mae to death multiple times, then goes on to become a famous actor who is totally into butt.
It's a truly terrible film experience, a product 100% of that time Hollywood was trying to tap into that Sixties counterculture vibe with allegedly hip films, like Candy or Skidoo.
And while it's nothing compared to the shenanigans in Sexttete, the nightclub bit where Mae West "sings" a cover of an Otis Redding number is still quite nightmarish.
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