Three-fifths of this odd 2003 movie about four grown men on a hotel bed in sunglasses (and one in a leather mask), has a nice sense of secrecy and shame. The fairly well-built and well-hung men blow, rim, and dock for half an hour, then start fucking in silence except for occasional overheard direction. Granting their foolish appearance, there are moments of startling erotic beauty because table lamps cast a diffused golden glow on everyone, including one beautiful black, but they also cause occasional flare and washout while the camera wobbles around as annoyingly as in the alien autopsy movie. For the last half hour, the lighting goes flat and the director talks too much.

Retailing: Amateurish movie has for most of its length a nice sense of shame and secrecy.