Bruce LaBruce, Toronto's underground homo film­maker extraordinaire, plays a punk hairdresser who picks up a cute young skinhead in the park and locks him up in his apartment in this cheap and dirty, sweet and charming, unabashedly erotic, and refreshingly unpretentious movie. Shot in gritty black & white, with a visual style that goes from ragged to lyrical, it is one of the most directly sensual and sexual gay films around, one with the point of view that "being a fag is a definite plus."

Or, as the· skinhead's militant, film­ making dyke sister says: "The whole world's a fag." She delights in humiliating him by filming him in front of some of her half-naked girlfriends (the opus she's working on is called Girls of the SLA). Most of No Skin Off My Ass takes place in the intimacy of the relationship between the romantic, seductive LaBruce and the initially reluctant, not very talkative skinhead, played by dreamy Klaus Von Bucker. There's lots of action in the tub, plus a touch of leather here and a dab of peanut butter there. It's a perfect Friday night late-show flick and while it may look like it cost $4.98 to make, the admission price is right: $3 a head, skin or not.