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Work out for a few years. Acquire a sense of rhythm and nerves of steel. Oh, and apply a penis pump before tying a cord round the base of your member. Bingo! You’re a male stripper. This occasionally eye-opening (but more often eye-watering) doc follows the tantrums, triumphs and ticked-off girlfriends of male stripping troupe The Dreamboys. (‘They are boys that you dream of. It’s “The X-Factor” with cock,’ explains manager David.)
Body fascism abounds and there are a few amusing tussles when the machismo spills over, but once the novelty wears off, Rachel Tracy’s debut film contains few surprises or innovations. Stripping, it turns out, is as much of a trudge as any nine-to-five office gig and none of them seem especially fulfilled. Aptly, ‘Confessions…’ isn’t subtle, but it does the job.