It's no surprise that the director of this feature is unlisted, for all of its flaws are his or her responsibility. The only sex scene that works is the encounter between Jon King and David Ashfield, both of whom are experienced enough to give memorable performances without direction. The rest of the cast founders around aimlessly, and the unifying gimmick of an eighteenth birthday party, with a hustler as the main gift, is too hackneyed to deserve repetition. The voice-over which narrates the film is embarrassingly amateurish. Too bad: there's potential in the cast, but it's often untapped.