The LGBT cable channel's blood-sucking soap opera, surrounding a nest of gay vampires preying on unsuspecting bathhouse patrons, begins where the first season left off: Damien (Peter Stickles) has been caged behind a brick wall by Colin (Dylan Vox), and without a regular blood supply, what's a rotting vampire corpse to do? Frankie's (Brian Nolan) ghost is totally pissed off about being murdered, super buff Sheriff Trout (Colton Ford) has gone blind and a werewolf has wandered into town, for reasons never quite explored. In fact, his character is kind of pointless, but he's cute and often naked, so it's ok.
Also kind of pointless is the subplot regarding an evil orchid out to get an obsessed botanist, whose voice is poorly dubbed over throughout the entire series.
Yet these irritating idiosyncrasies in the storyline don't really have a stronghold, because the The Lair’s poignant provocation isn’t in the plot-—It’s in the gratuitous gay sex inserted solely for gratuitous gay sex’s sake. Every hot body is fucking everybody, except for Colton Ford because that bitch gets seriously paid to fuck, even if the fucking is faux.
So if you like your sci fi with a healthy dose of soft core porn, pick up the second season of The Lair on DVD, and pick it up while you can. It’s doubtful that there’s going to be a season three.
The Lair: The Complete Second Season on DVD hits shelves Tuesday, February 24, 2009.
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Annie Lennox--She makes me a lighter shade of pale, so much so that I want to SING a love song for a vampire.
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Following his guest appearance, speaking to NIU's Athletic Department, former NFL-er Esera Tualo opted to spend the V-Day weekend in Boystown with his uber-handsome bf Aaron.
While painting the town pink last night, Tualo hit up Sidetrack, Halsted's, popped into the TPAN Bar-lesque fundraiser at Northend and did Karaoke at Bobby Love's, belting out a rendition of Alicia Keys' "No One."
To what may have come as a shock to all in the bar, this 300lb Samoan can sing!
Tualo's self-titled debut album, Esera is slated for release next month.
"Well, what about that really good-looking guy, Itay Hod?" I asked, remembering that Hod was also a hot and handsome piece of man meat reporting for CBS News on Logo. "Itay would be perfect. Is sexy Itay still around?"
The person on the other end started to giggle. "Thank you very much," he said. Turns out, I was already speaking to Itay Hod. Itay Hod was the person who answered the phone.
I suppose anyone else would have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. Fuck it.
I was more so surprised to learn that Hod isn't that lucky in love. He told me that he hasn't had a "real bf"-—one that he defines as lasting longer than two or three months—-for almost eight years. How can that be? Hod is handsome, distinguished, well-spoken and on TV-—guys must be fighting each other off to taste a piece of that pie. Perhaps Hod's only attracted to the confused and the crazy, or the Amish, and I can relate to that. Then again, he didn't say he had any trouble getting laid, just keeping a man. So what do I know?
Nonetheless, the most interesting quote, for me, had to be from Levi Kreis. This former religious fundamentalist-turned sexy song bird and stage and screen player said all the right things, opting for brotherhood and self-confidence, over physicality and superficial attraction, as the stuff that floats his boat.
Frankly, I just didn't buy it. When Kreis is seen holding hands with one significantly older and overweight, and maybe a bit balding and pock-marked, because he's so turned on by the troll's progressive level of self-assuredness, my tune will change. 'Till then, I'm staying cynical.
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