With that out of the way, here's what I couldn't stop thinking about whenever one of the zoophiles featured in the film would attempt to explain where they're coming from...
"Dude... you f*ck horses. HORSES."
Try as you might to make me understand how somebody could be compelled to stick their pecker in a horse's anus (or vice versa, which is how "Mr. Hands" died—internal bleeding from too much horse penis in his butt), it's just not gonna happen. In my mind, being attracted to animals means you need mental help. We as mammals have basic animal instincts, which is part of the reason most men think more with their dicks than their brains, but I'd be willing to bet my life that getting turned on by a horse's bunghole does not factor into a normal person's psychological state.
These are obviously all personal hang-ups with the documentary's topic, and not reflective of how it explores the issue. Don't worry; I'm getting to that.
ZOO isn't just abnormal in its subject matter, but in the way it examines it as well. The picture is presented through audio recordings of the people who knew "Mr. Hands" and the detectives involved in the case. The actual footage appears to be recorded entirely after the fact, filmed in a poetic style that would probably be beautiful if you didn't have horsef*cking on the mind. None of it feels exploitative of its controversial subject, and for that I respect it. However, outside of finding out that there are a shocking amount of people who have sex with animals, and that they even meet up for parties to do it (so much for pin the tail on the donkey), I didn't really learn anything that could be considered worthwhile. Aside of course from the feeling of knowing more about bestiality than any sane person should. You certainly can't put a price on that!
There are two basic standpoints from the audio interviews: the non-zoophiles expressing their disgust, and the zoophiles explaining how poorly they were treated when people found out who they were. Call me heartless, but I just can't feel bad for them. Sexual urges, no matter how bizarre, are capable of being controlled. When your sexual urges tell you the dong of an animal might feel nice in your pooper, that's the type of thing you can use common sense and reasoning to figure out is inappropriate. If you can't control those urges, and decide to go through with it anyway, then you deserve all the ridicule you get. The same thing applies to pedophiles and date rapists.
Remember kids: If you eat it, you shouldn't have sex with it. (And just because you don't eat horses, that doesn't mean they're OK to have sex with either.)
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