Five situations or states of being right out of the Lee Strasberg School of Method Acting are subtitled "Love," "Hate," "Eat," "Drink," and "Sleep." Devoid of dialogue and overlaid with the appropriate mood music, Hairsteria has something of a surrealistic viewpoint, stylized into a hyper-real setting. Unburdened by dialogue, the actors do a most convincing job of pantomiming their emotions while maintaining rigid erections and genuinely lusting after one another. No "gay-for-pay" here; Hairsteria is honest-to-goodness, man-to-man sex at its finest.

As Sanchez waits for his lover, creative lap dissolves are used to illustrate his edgy impatience. He subtly changes positions on a red love seat, occasionally looks out the window, and eventually forgives Dan Maxwell, the tardy paramour, by giving up his smooth brown ass. Sanchez is the only performer in Hairsteria who is shaved clean, pubes and all, which only serves to further contrast his fellow hirsute cast members.

A mock war between Eduardo and Jeff Mitchell turns into a tussle over the condom to see who will fuck whom. Luckily, there were two condoms available. The tuna-fish-and-banana segment with cover boy Joshua Scott and Drew Andrews is fun. The tape is horribly marred when the mood of Max Grand and Mark Kroner's staircase fuck is intruded upon by the director's loud voice, a critical post-production oversight.