The title was so unfamiliar I actually had to look up the term in the dictionary. When I did, I wondered why Sean was so particular about some film cast members he was asked to service. Often he claimed to have been hired as a cameraman, when obviously he was expected to double as a fluffer.Michael Cunio's performance as Sam seemed a bit tentative, as though the actor had limited experience (or training). He was nice looking enough to fit the bill, though merely adequate in terms of his character work.It was Scott Gurney who first seemed like just a type-casted hunk to play beefcake Johnny. He looked like someone who'd spent as much time at the gym as in the theater profession. As the film progressed, however, it became apparent that this was no ordinary body builder. A further review of his resume revealed a most accomplished artist. His list of credits included extensive work as actor, producer, director, writer, and technical crewman. He also was a football champ, Calvin Klein model and TV reality series host. Gurney deserved the star billing in this film he was afforded, and he acquitted himself exceedingly well.Roxanne Day turned in a sensitive performance as Johhny's girlfriend Julie, and the entire cast worked very well indeed.The film's weakness was Co-director Writer Wash West's screenplay, particularly the last section. When murder was introduced and his antiheroes crossed the southern border, it seems Mr. West himself ran out of steam. The ending was weak, thus lessening the film as a whole. Admittedly, West had a problem wrapping up his characters and plot, and he did his best; however, that wasn't quite good enough.Richard Glatzner's co-direction was serviceable, and one can see where the film gained some acclaim at the 2001 Berlin and Toronto International Film Festivals.

This movie sucks .... You fill in the blanks. A rant.First off, who gives a flying rats butt about the personal and psychological development of porn stars. People watch adult movies for only one reason.Most people would not care if the adult stars died tomorrow. Porn stars don't have anything good to say so they should never talk. End of rant.This movie is of pure superficial hogwash. So apparently, as a gay person, they only thing there is in life is to become a complete alcoholic and be obsessed with athletic beef guys who possess a 10year old mentality. Hogwash.The adult industry deserves no more respect than what its very basis in details. Period.

Well, now I know what "fluffer" means. Never knew that. This is a sort of story about a sort of young gay guy who sort of has a crush on a sort of porn star hunk who says he sort of does the gay porn stuff to make money for his sort of girl friend. And there you have it. Michael Cunio plays the gay kid who stalks the gay porn hunk until he's offered the job as fluffer for the star to help him get it up for the sex scenes. The porn star is played by one of the best looking guys around by the name of Scott Gurney. He's gorgeous. Unfortunately you never get to see too much of that breathtaking bod of his. This is what turns me off to this picture. It's a big tease that never delivers the goods. Too bad.

Considering the good reviews this movie received, I expected quite a bit more. A young, just-off-the-bus L.A. neophyte with "camera experience" tosses a coin to see which direction his career will go -- legit or porn. Expecting to rent "Citizen Kane" one night at the video store, he accidentally winds up with a man-on-man movie entitled "Citizen Cum" and ends up drooling obsessively over its top blue star, Johnny Rebel. Before you know it Sean, our obsessive young protagonist, says the heck with mainstream and is scouting out the Men of Janus Studio (where Johnny Rebel is an exclusive client) praying for "behind"-the-scenes work, or anything else, so he can worship his newest wet dream up close. And so it goes...What begins promisingly as a mild spoof on the porn business goes off the deep end and into so many tangents that "The Fluffer" more-or-less limps along until the final reel, with no one tangent garnering much interest. As played by Michael Cunio, the role of Sean is a meek, wimpy, sad-sack little patsy who you know is going to pay dearly for his impulsive and unrealistic choices. It's hard to sympathesize (though I certainly can relate) with a man-child who doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of finding true love with a straight, completely self-serving "gay-for-pay" hunk. Had he settled for living out the fantasy of the title role, he could have packed it up, called it a day, and carved a big notch on his bedpost. But then we wouldn't have had much of a story, would we? Suffice it to say, Cunio doesn't have the requisite charm or charisma to shoulder the weight the film begins to take on.Now Scott Gurney is another story. An incredible speciman to watch and watch again, Gurney is the appetizer, main course and dessert of this movie meal. The embodiment of every superficial male fantasy in his various outfits, he alone is worth the price of admission. My favorite is his Indian gear which fronts the movie title "Poke-a-Hot-Ass." He's absolutely hot. He knows it. We know it. And he plays it as such. Gurney's laconic, superficial Johnny has a laidback, mesmerizing charm and streetwise surliness that keeps us from drifting too far off. He IS the movie.Roxanne Day as "Babylon" the stripper-girlfriend of Johnny gets the most dramatic mileage out of the movie, having a number of taut, tense scenes. But the rest of the characters are cardboard in presentation. A few familiar names add little value to the movie. Comedian Taylor Negron, singer Deborah Harry, and character actors Tim Bagley, Richard Riehle and Robert Walden are completely wasted in tacky, thankless roles. The movie strives to be a gay version of "Boogie Nights" but is undone by indifferent, poorly motivated characters and an uninventive, often turgid script. It has neither the grit nor the daring. Mark Wahlberg's Dirk Diggler may not have quite the initial impact or animal magnetism of Gurney's Johnny Rebel, but it's a much more fleshed-out, tormented character, in pants and out, with lots of colors and shadings. Though both are afforded the familiar dramatic seductions of succumbing to the hand-in-hand pressures of porn fame and heavy drugs, the ego-driven complications of Dirk Diggler are infinitely more fascinating. Walden has the Burt Reynolds overseer role. But, again, it's predictable, flat and, though it's written to shock, comes off embarrassing.As the title indicates, "The Fluffer" is a movie tease for gay men that shoots for more than it should. But Johnny Rebel WILL definitely keep your interest. And if Scott's legit career ever comes up a cropper...well, let's just say his BVDs could still sell DVDs.