Directed by Tyler Cornack
Starring Tyler Cornack, Tyler Rice, Shelby Dash
With a concept as crude and esoteric as this, even the thought of putting on Butt Boy will make it a non-starter for some people. This concept delights in pushing against the boundaries of bad taste, and good on it for that, but it falters and splutters through conventionality and holding back on the humour. Until it explodes with it in the last few sequences (which are as grossly memorable as they are haunting).
After receiving his very first prostate exam, suburban family man Chip (Tyler Cornack) finds a new pleasure in his life to fill in his dissatisfaction – putting things up his butt. Going gradually through bigger and bigger objects, he then resorts to – and there’s no better way of putting this – stuffing little boys in their entirety up there as well.
Detective Fox (Tyler Rice) is assigned the case of these missing children, who coincidentally has Chip as a supporter at Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, as he becomes increasingly suspicious of his activities. There’s a little bit of an unbelievable stretch, when a radical guess of the exact whereabouts of the missing children is made. At this moment, Butt Boy suddenly pushes its plot forward to a place it can’t sustain.
Cornach is a bit of a blank slate with his character (which he wrote himself) and the film keeps its distance from him. Rice seems perfectly fit for his detective role (which was apparently written for the actor), slipping into the slimy, yet determined detective archetype and playing into its strengths – you just wish he had even more comedy to work with because he seems to be holding back some energy.
Unfortunately, there doesn’t feel like enough is done with this gross and amusing premise. As it seems the premise is the film, and everything surrounding it is merely serviceable. But this thankfully changes and the film suddenly ratchets up its zaniness with a pretty disgusting, yet pretty funny third act of utter crudeness.
It’s a shame that this film is so held back in its toilet humour when the concept invites it, so it’s a gross delight when Butt Boy goes all the way in its last few moments, making all the tedium before it somewhat worthwhile. After spending more than half of the film waiting for some crazy content to match the crazy concept, Butt Boy’s last third results in some cinema content that will likely be more brazenly, yet admirably, disgusting than any other film this year.
DAVID MORGAN-BROWN
Butt Boy is available on DVD and VOD through Umbrella Entertainment.
