In gentler times, a film that sets out to seriously tackle taboo zoophilia might have elicited a bump on the cause celebre Richter scale, but in these post-everything days, when images and ideas far more controversial and chilling are readily available to any who care to look for them, there’s little space to spark real ire about a work like Zoo. This is a shame, but not because Robinson Devor’s third film warrants a trip through the rightwing noise machine, but because it’s generally terrific, and deserves to find an audience, by whatever means.
Devor succeeds because he’s created a film depicting a lifestyle scandalous and controversial to the mainstream that’s completely disinterested in fomenting scandal and controversy. It’s obvious that he’s wise to the macabre curiosity that surrounds zoophilia – the way it’s furnished hours of late night gross-out enjoyment in freshman dorms nationwide. But Zoo‘s more The New World than Jackass; Devor’s taken a productive risk in that he has indeed made a movie about men who have and desire intercourse with horses, but anyone who enters looking for a dirty and salacious experience will be sorely disappointed. Zoo may be the “horse-fucking movie,” but it certainly doesn’t deliver on that most basic premise.
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