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Brazilian-born filmmaker João Dall’stella sees "Stalls" as a celebration of “glory holes, cruising and sexuality.”
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A restroom rendezvous evolves into something a bit unexpected in “ Stalls ,” a short film that puts a cinematic twist on the, ahem, nuances of gay hookup culture.
Written and directed by João Dall’stella , “Stalls” follows Jonathan (played by Andrew Ableson ), who goes cruising for a quickie in the men’s room of an opera house. Once there, he finds a bit more than he bargained for, including a talented tap dancer and a mysterious janitor ( Matthew Jain ) with similarly lustful pursuits.
Viewable above, “Stalls” debuted on YouTube last month after being screened at Outfest Los Angeles and other film festivals around the world. Dall’stella said he drew on his own “racy experiences” to write the film, which he sees as a celebration of “glory holes, cruising and sexuality.”
“The great thing about cruising and the hookup culture is that it is naturally very cinematic,” the Brazilian-born filmmaker, now based in Los Angeles, told HuffPost. “Looks and gestures make the action go straight to the point, literally ... My hope was to show that what the character is doing is not inherently wrong. He is doing what he feels like and going great lengths to achieve his naughty goals.”
The film was shot on location at the Warner Grand Theater in Los Angeles, a setting that would turn out to have a special significance. In 1990, Madonna visited the theater with photographer Herb Ritts , who snapped a series of images of the pop superstar for Interview magazine. The photos, many of which were shot in the theater’s restroom, would also appear on T-shirts and posters for Madonna’s Blond Ambition Tour , as well as the sleeve of the “ Immaculate Collection ” album.
A lifelong Madonna fan, Dall’stella said he was unaware of the connection at first, but soon came to see the restroom as “sacred ground.”
“Now we have this spiritual connection inside a bathroom where she shot pictures 30 years ago,” he quipped.
As a queer man, Dall’stella sees “Stalls” as his first step in bringing “the stories that I wish I saw when I was younger” to the big screen. Though mum on details, he said he’s got a number of LGBTQ-inclusive projects in the works, including a gay superhero series and a queer horror franchise film, and hopes to try his hand at a music video.
With regard to his overall aim as a filmmaker, he said he’d like his work to “make your heart beat fast, make you laugh and make you understand and discover a world that you had no idea about,” even when it touches on controversy.
“I’ve been all the characters I write at some point, so I have a personal connection to each of them,” he said. “I always hope that the audiences feel exactly the thrill that my characters are feeling and root for them.”
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Listen, Ethan. I hired you because you seem like a good kid. A kid with a lot of potential and ambition. Someone I could count on to come in every morning ready to work, wanting to learn, and hungry to succeed. When we first met, I saw more than just an Ivy League diploma and a pair of Master’s degrees. I saw a kid who seemed ready to take on any challenge thrown his way, even if that challenge was the upkeep of a glory hole in a Cracker Barrel bathroom off the side of I-95.
Your performance has been subpar at best. The fact is, you knew what this was all about the day we had our interview in this very stall. And I thought we were on the same page. I run the business operations—marketing, financials, accounting, etc.—and you? You take this rag and that spray bottle of disinfectant, and you clean that hole in the wall where strangers stick their genitals.
I guess I could tell early on that your heart wasn’t in this. That you felt somehow above this work just because you can “hear all the noises.” I’ll admit it, sterilizing grimy sex-holes at roadside establishments isn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but it’s a job nonetheless. I’ll never understand you Millennials, with your entitlement, too good to earn a hard day’s pay, too good to clean a carved-out piece of dry wall just because it’s used for depraved sex meet-ups.
Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the goofing off you do in your urinal all day. Playing on your cellphone, texting constantly, scouring LinkedIn for a job that doesn’t require you to wear double-ply latex gloves and protective eyewear. Hell, just the other day you were playing Candy Crush while I was trying to teach you how to properly sand down the inner edges of a circular, three-and-a-quarter-inch, anonymous pleasure-factory. Is that showing me that you want to work here? That you’re ready to run a glory hole of your own one day?
You’re not in college anymore. This isn’t some second-rate internship; this is the real world. And in the real world, people walk into bathrooms and pay good money to insert their private parts into mysterious holes and experience the thrill of what awaits in the darkness. It’s called capitalism, Ethan!
You know what? I don’t want to have this talk again. You’re a smart kid. You’re capable of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything else in the world. But the fact remains; you chose to get two English degrees instead of something with more concrete value. And I’m not saying you won’t ever be a professional writer or even the Poet Laureate of the United States one day. But right now, you’ve only got two jobs: first, lose that smug, Ivy League attitude—it’s bothering the hell out of the regulars; and second, take this mixture of ammonia and clinical-grade hand soap, and scrub the Eastern Seaboard’s highest-grossing glory hole until there’s no trace left of the previous session.
Now, are we clear? Great. Please don’t make me sorry for doing your mother this favor.
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