Testosterone, the movie, is a painfully limp and lackluster effort, very loosely based on the gritty noir novel of the same name by controversial author James Robert Baker. The director presumably aimed to make a black comedy — only somebody forgot to make it funny. By far, the most entertaining points of the film are the sex scenes involving the smokin’ fine male cast (including former underwear model Antonio Sabato, Jr.) but even those are disappointingly PG-13.
This documentary tells the story of the almost-rise and sharp descent of Troy Duffy, whose film TheBoondockSaints became a cult sensation. Duffy was at one point considered film’s next golden boy, but he blew it, with no other justification than being a jerk. It’s his overwhelming cluelessness that makes Duffy such a fascinating character — at least for the short duration of this film.
You’ve seen this movie way too many times. The caper- gone-terribly-wrong movie with lots of eye-popping cinematic gimmicks like freeze frame and fast zooms. The formula is now set in stone, thanks to guys like Tarantino and that dude that married Madonna. Mexican director Hugo Rodriguez does a decent homage in this passably entertaining trifle, with his take on the punishments meted out to stupid, greedy folks who bite off a little more than they can chew.