It would be hard for a twink-porn movie to be much more fun than this one, from PZP, the producers of The Da Vinci Load, BeTwinked, and Oliver Twink, even though it’s advertised as "without the usual PZP camp." Well…(insert smilie-face). In fact, it’s a bit more like an M. Night Shyamalan thriller (The Sixth Sense) than what you’d think from the title. While Rock of Ages plays, we learn that in 1936 an 18 year old virgin died in room 69 of the Windamar Beach Club. His nude blond spirit haunts the room and makes straight boys who stay there go wildly gay. We see fucks between leather-jacketed 1950s lads, tie-dyed 1970s flower-children, 1980s sit-com cuties, and the narrator himself in the 1936 session with porn and a dildo which caused his early demise. His spirit is saved from eternal virtue by a present-day poet, the "twink whisperer," who with incense and candles concentrates him into fuckable flesh.

RETAILING: "I see gay people." Fun, fun, fun. A twink who died a virgin in a motel room makes several generations of guests there go gay.