The Visitor

The Visitor ultimately posits a vision of transcendence through anarchy, seeing repression as the enemy of social progress.

Brilliantly depraved... It’s hard to imagine anyone better suited to sticking two middle fingers up at contemporary Britain than LaBruce, and it’s even harder to imagine anyone else doing so with such disruptive, subversive glee.

With The Visitor, it feels that La Bruce is repeating himself through pastiche, reusing old ideas through older narratives, puncturing them with an empty provocation that grows tired far quicker, culminating in a fairly gruelling 100 minutes.

LaBruce’s scandalous, profane, sexually graphic style uses pornographic tropes yet challenges the creative and political crises of conventional mainstream filmmakers. His remake is shocking in the best, truest sense.

The Visitor isn’t “perfect,” but at a time when the most renowned queer stories in cinema are more insular, personal tales, one that dares to be in conversation with the world around it during such a volatile time will make for an oddly enduring artefact.

"The Visitor" is an unholy, full-scale invasion of the senses that shocks, seduces, and slyly transforms you in unforgettable ways.

The Visitor is a political statement, where LaBruce uses sexual liberation as a means to fight xenophobia and racial hatred, and to cement one’s identity.

Bawdy and playful, yet genuine and sexually and politically profound, LaBruce’s latest release sneers at the cishet agenda with gusto and pure eroticism.


Celebratory in its depravity and unflinching in its fully pornographic (and unsimulated) depictions of sex, from the blissfully erotic to the grotesquely bestial, it seems determined to fight stigma with saturation.

LaBruce's explicit, sometimes grotesque storytelling and blatant sexuality will surely get audiences talking. Once they recover.