*Online Premiere* If one of those demented Roman emperors was reincarnated today, where would he find his eunuchs? What would he look like? Most importantly, what kind of stuff would he be into putting in his butt? So as not to commit any spoilers, I’m leaving the solutions to these pressing questions until the end, but you’ll have plenty more of your own after experiencing Maxwell McCabe-Lokos’ Ape Sodom firsthand.
In it, Lokos plays a character identified as Slave, who falls into the employ of a man of wealth and taste who surely must have at least been a perverted duke in one of his past lives. In exchange for a salary of “wires and spiritual paraphernalia” and all the toilet paper he can eat, Slave’s duties include keeping his liege’s trash palace stacked to the rafters and attending to his sexual ablutions (while wearing a suit that makes him look a bit like a Soot Sprite got gene-spliced with the thing from Harry and the Hendersons).
Summoning up a Boschian Saturnalia from ethernet cable and carpet remnants, Ape Sodom teaches us that there’s still room in today’s ultramodern world for the debased flunkies and abject lickspittles of yesteryear, whether that’s forming human couches for kings to chill on, or getting repeatedly driven over by a GMC Denali.
Ape Sodom is hitting the open sewer of online video after a tidy festival run, seemingly screening everywhere the ceruminous and distressing is treasured. (answers: the dump, kind of like a bloated Charles Bronson with Caesar bangs, iphone 4s and universal remote controls