The strange and surreal world of director Michael Zen can be a tricky place to navigate. Here, Zen explores the gay male psyche by posing some questions: What if you could watch yourself having down and dirty sex with a stranger? What would it look like? Would you like what you see? Clark Kent?s videography makes watching difficult, filming the action in puddles of light against black backdrops. Often, the models seem like frightened deer caught in oncoming traffic. Zen?s work here dangles on the edge of being too arty, the eerie background music and scattered pacing getting in the way of sex. The performers run the gamut of body types, but they seem to be mismatched. Humpy Adam Faust is wasted on Brock Hart, and the Josh Carter/ Park Wiley scene is a complete throwaway. The opening scene, a semi-seductive encounter between Trent Atkins and John Marcus, is a pairing that could have been the film's gold nugget. Instead, it is dampened by the opening dialogue: The back and forth between these dudes is supposed to stoke the fires, but merely seems silly and contrived.
RETAILING: Big name director, arty production values, and an interesting range of models.