We were surprised when we saw the documentary at the Castro on Saturday at the Frameline film fest. A pageant for big hairy gay men is basically like any conventional beauty contest, only with more harnesses and buttless chaps.

Unless you commit an egregious error like blurting out, "I love Nazis" during the all important Q&A, we all know that pageants are just a "who's the biggest hottie of all the hotties" contest right? We were hoping that Mr. Bear International would dispense with all that "I-love-disabled-kittens" hooey and just lay it on the table. They kinda do, and yet it seems even a contest for hot Bears can't dispense with the high minded concepts when it comes to selecting a winner.

SFist Mihi, contributing.