The ugly bedspread is always a dead giveaway. Young Dick-Tator's three hapless scenes are all shot in the same low-rent hotel room on the same tacky bed. There seems to be a theme of one guy dominating the other, but the minimal dialogue and acting do nothing to develop the premise. An average, unknown cast goes through their paces (including two bareback sequences). The static camerawork and lame soundtrack add nothing to the proceedings. The bedspread says it all.