Given that ALL of the other reviews of this movie (114 of them!) have been positive, this review will probably be dismissed.
IMHO, this movie joins "Broadway Damage", "The Fluffer", "Latin Boys Go To Hell" and a few others in a growing list of independent gay movies that just went wrong. The story was contrived and at its worst had a plot twist right out of "Dynasty". Its recreation of the 70's and the sexual politics of time were pretty shallow. The two leads were cute as a button, but Larry Sullivan's acting was forced and not believable. And Alexis Arquette's character was downright embarrassing, setting back the cause of fair portrayal of gays in film at least 20 years. Lower production values can sometimes be forgiven in independent films (why do they seem to be the lowest in gay indie flicks?), but not when the rest of the film comes across so poorly. The script and dialogue caused quite a bit of unintended laughter at the screening I attended, and the intentionally comical scenes, a few involving Jill St. John, seemed tacked on for camp value and didn't fit in with the tone of the rest of the film.
I'm generally a fan of independent films, but I've been disappointed by far too many of the gay-themed ones, most of them for some reason made in the USA.
IMHO, this movie joins "Broadway Damage", "The Fluffer", "Latin Boys Go To Hell" and a few others in a growing list of independent gay movies that just went wrong. The story was contrived and at its worst had a plot twist right out of "Dynasty". Its recreation of the 70's and the sexual politics of time were pretty shallow. The two leads were cute as a button, but Larry Sullivan's acting was forced and not believable. And Alexis Arquette's character was downright embarrassing, setting back the cause of fair portrayal of gays in film at least 20 years. Lower production values can sometimes be forgiven in independent films (why do they seem to be the lowest in gay indie flicks?), but not when the rest of the film comes across so poorly. The script and dialogue caused quite a bit of unintended laughter at the screening I attended, and the intentionally comical scenes, a few involving Jill St. John, seemed tacked on for camp value and didn't fit in with the tone of the rest of the film.
I'm generally a fan of independent films, but I've been disappointed by far too many of the gay-themed ones, most of them for some reason made in the USA.