For those of us throwing those AARP offers in the trash with disgust and/or gusto, the fact that Trick is more than 25 years old is a disquieting reality. But it's also a treasure that deserves, if not a reappraisal, then at least a revisit.
The 1990s was an interesting decade, sort of a coda between the horrific 1980s of AIDS and Reagan and the subsequent world of September 11 and skyrocketing rents. In New York, there was a sense of stability, an easygoing innocence and discovery. Trick is a perfect snapshot of that moment. Its entire premise is based on the lack of technology: two people who meet IRL (is it weird we have an acronym for reality?) have to find a place to have sex. There's no geolocating, no hookup apps, no Airbnb -- just people disconnected in the big city looking for connection, sexual and otherwise.
There are a number of very good appreciations of Trick, among them this, this and this, so I won't repeat what others have said better. Only to insert a mention here of a lovely piece of work from a group of talented artists who captured a moment in time that I don't think we're going to see for a while. What stands out for me about Trick is how well it evokes this world: from the very opening moments, you can feel the warm, lazy breeze, the humidity, the yearning and desire, the excitement of these people discovering themselves and each other. Trick reminds us of a place that felt genuine, both physically and emotionally. Although, along those lines, seeing the World Trade Center in the final shot, as the waypoint for these wayward characters, may bring more than a tear to your eye.