Just saw this on DVD and now have to buy it. I absolutely loved it, the characters were believable. A lot of the action identifiable and overall it was a great time. Distinctly off the wall, but right on track, great casting and a fabulous assortment of characters. There are a lot of unknowns in the film, but I'm glad to see that several have new projects. This film really showed off their uniqueness and more or less picked on everyone. This film gives a new meaning to being "politically incorrect", and takes it's jabs at everyone. There are so many silly stereotypes and generalizations that it has the potential to either offend the world or have the world laughing and rolling on the floors.A must see!!!!!!!!!!!!

This picture generally works for what it is, a rather silly dirty joke pleasantly pulled off by the well-played leads on an eccentric cast of Felliniesque gays. The assortment of grotesques give it enough sparkle to keep it amusing for 82 minutes, and a couple of the bits are first-rate crude. This seedy British comedy certainly wins out over the stupid frat-boy comedies that glut the American movie market trying to give out the same dose of offensive humor. It amazes me that some reviewers used the stupid term "politically incorrect" when making their analysis of such a harmless, rather cartoonish sex comedy like this one. The Iron Lady bits were the best and the colorist did a notably terrific job with the saturated look of the picture.

Byron and Kenny find themselves in a Greek tragedy of horrendous proportions as the gay guys that the cynical, drunken one of this Irish pair of 'working' lads has persuaded his more innocent friend to make money from start dropping dead. Ripped clothes and rent boys are in evidence as the lads start looking for the loot in the orthodox jew's bed, and they need a tool as big as two cans of Red Bull to get there. Luckily one is endowed with good fortune! The twits stumble through plot twists amid a succession of caricature characters and the film looks like South Park in live-action Brixton. Since every sensibility is deliberately offended, it reminds me of the attitude in Stephen Pickles' brilliant book of the pre-AIDS eighties, 'Queens.' No visible dicks may upset gays more than seeing themselves portrayed for laughs, but the lads are quite engaging, and humour not pornography dominates. It has won at gay as well as straight comedy film festivals (notably Montreal and Dublin) and the anxious straight critics needn't worry that they ought to be offended for their gay sisters. It's a tease: there are a couple of good twists about stereotypes near the end, and one of the lads realises he is enjoying the sex with men, while the other goes home to his mammy. In other words the film's biggest stereotypical statement is less about queens, dwarves, vicars, fat women, minicab drivers or black men than it is about Irishmen!

It seems to be one long gay joke, it really does. Over the top queens, guys at a toilet checking each other out, and no scene is complete with out some sort of homosexual reference.Of course, what do you expect when the film is called Nine Dead Gay Guys...?The film's not funny. It has rare moments which can raise a smile but ultimately each joke is as cringeworthy as the last. The film's barely got a story - each scene seems like it's been added in to add another joke, another bizarre character or just as filler. It copies it's style almost so blatantly from the likes of Lock, Stock.... but fails to capture what made such films great - character.Byron has character, so does Kenny. After that? Stereotype after one-joke-pony after stereotype. It doesn't work, I couldn't care less about who these people are. So I become disinterested, the worst thing a film could possibly do.