It seems a shame, since the producer brought six sweet, good-looking, well-hung, newbie twinks all the way to Las Vegas from, for instance, Texas and Arkansas to make this movie, that the result is not more special. Scattered among a mostly unentertaining tour of the Strip with campy Baker as guide and tons of interviews, three solos look lovely in soft light through Venetian blinds, but could have been shot in any hotel room on Earth. Three duos are cold and mechanical. Still Gallery promised on slip-case doesn't appear on the disk.