Wanted: Billy The Kid

What really needs to be expressed about this film, no matter how dramatic, is that it is a masterpiece--plain and simple. Famed director Jack Deveau made a most beautiful and beguiling blue movie with this well acted, amazingly shot, brilliantly edited trip through the life of a New York City hustler/actor, played by the boyishly scrumptious Dennis Walsh. In less than ninety-minutes we see Walsh, as Billy The Kid, engage in an astounding variety of sex acts with an equally astounding variety of johns (and even one jane). Wanted: Billy The Kid doesn't feature the kind of sex we are used to seeing these days, every scene moves in and out of shadows, the camera explores bodies to the point of abstraction, yet the whole of this film is startlingly erotic--the sum of these parts is pure sexual pleasure.

Billy, a treat of a man who looks like Billy Crudup, rolls around in bed with a dark-haired hottie. They suck each other, kiss, and jerk off. The phone rings in the middle of their heated exchange and a voice talks dirty into Billy's answering machine. The breathy, explicit language of the unseen voice adds a dark dimension to Billy and his trick's muddled but intense coupling. The trick cums, smears his jizz around his cock, and wipes the funk up with his sheer white panties. He makes another appointment for Billy's services and quickly leaves. Billy then goes about his day_showering, meeting up with his fellow hard-up actor and best friend Karen.


Later he goes back to his apartment building, but instead of going up to his place he descends a dark staircase and wanders through the shadowy basement. He encounters Angelo, a harsh and sexy muthafucka with muttonchops and a huge uncut cock. Billy seduces Angelo with talk of a leaky faucet (trust me, it's very hot) and then pins him to the wall. Angelo whips his meat out from his stained coveralls and jacks to orgasm. Angelo then pulls down Billy's pants and preps his asshole with some kind of gray, industrial lubricant. He smears the obscure gravy onto his pork stick and plunges the grimy mess into Billy's hole. The camera moves in closer and closer until the fucking is nothing but a suggestive blur of black and pink. Angelo pulls out, Billy gets dressed, and then a 'rent received' slip is stamped.


Sometimes Billy doesn't have to get paid in cash for his services. Later that same day Billy receives another phone call from his phone sex partner, a man who pays Billy in advance for a set number of sessions. Billy lies on his bed, his rippled body perfectly displayed, sniffs some poppers and plays with himself while the man rabidly describes what he'd going to do to him. When the time comes for Billy to shoot his load his face screws up tight, his body shivers, and out streams the magic goo! Some of Billy's other adventures, both sexual and pedestrian, include practicing lines from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof with Karen, wrestling with and getting pissed on by a black man, attending Tai Chi class, and whoopin' it up in a threesome with a husband and wife. Those who are adverse to hetero sex should have no fear, the wife merely pleasures herself with a vibrator while Billy plows her hot and hairy husband.


The most interesting scene, however, has to be the one with the dentist. Billy huffs nitrous oxide and goes on a hallucinatory ride with his Dr. Feelgood client that includes dildos, dental pliers applied to nipples, and some seriously frightening whispers. At times it's impossible to tell who is doing what to whom, but that's the point of this outlandish scenario--do you have to know what's going on to get off? Probably not, since the whole film moves much like the sexual push and shove. Each scene is a step to climax, not an end unto itself, and the entire experience adds up to rapture.