
POUNDCAKE
I’ve been a fan of filmmaker Onur Tukel‘s weird and wild sense of humor since Applesauce premiered in 2015. In his latest film, POUNDCAKE, straight white men are in danger in NYC. A serial killer is brutally murdering them, and the people have thoughts. This bold and totally Tukel project (which, sidenote, would be a great podcast name) is an unusual ode to the queer community and the eclectic opinions and personalities of the city. Be warned. You are not ready for these shenanigans.
If the internet comments section became a brilliant satirical dialogue, you might have an inkling of how smirk-inducing POUNDCAKE is. With every conspiracy theory, controversial subject matter, and offensive conversation you can think of, Tukel pushes the envelope. Simultaneously hilarious and politically on point, the film makes fun of us all.
POUNDCAKE tackles racism, faux outrage, misogyny, religion, me too, homophobia, cancel culture, privilege, and toxic positivity. There is a sex scene that manages to be erotic, offensive, and hysterical. No one is safe, especially straight white guys. Yes, it is a horror film but a dialogue-driven one. Tukel has his actors say things that are cringe-worthy, hurtful, honest, and wrong, so very wrong. It’s an audacious film, and it’s what he does best. One line perfectly sums up the fearless writing, “Just don’t take it personally, okay?”
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Leonard blew up his life by cheating on his girlfriend. She is kicking him out. In the meantime, her photographer father that she so clearly adores is visiting at an inopportune time, leaving Leonard to play an awkward host. Dennis is loathsome. He regards himself very highly and cares little for the opinion of others. He’s brash and his attitude seems to be contagious. Leonard is spiraling in every aspect of life. His cooking skills are garbage, he’s running out of money, what’s left of his personal space has been invaded. 
Onur Tukel is truly one of a kind in his IFGAF honesty and deliciously bizarre approach to storytelling. (There I go again with the tasty metaphors. This all started with
Black Magic for White Boys is a not so subtle metaphor for the gentrification of New York City and perhaps the state of our country during this truly hideous period of our history. Every great/disastrous recent newsworthy story is integrated shamelessly (a total compliment) into the dialogue. The modern-day Greek chorus of bus riders making social observations is perfection. Performances across the board are nuanced and raw, funny and wild, in your face and effed up. Shout outs to Franck Raharinosy, Brendan Miller, Colin Buckingham, and Eva Dorrepaal specifically. Therein lies the cinematic magic of Tukel. Putting himself in each of his films is also essentially my favorite thing. Watching him transform from role to role only reminds me our how insanely talented he is as a writer, director, and actor. Ultimately, like each of Tukel’s films, this stands as a unique experience packed with insight, bold ideas, humor, and a grab ’em by the balls mentality. No surprise, I loved it.




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