A fairy tale really, where love conquers all. Attractive performances, and attractive male actors, frequently with their shirts off. There is some sex, but not as liberated and erotic as might be expected given that the film seeks to cast gay love in the teeth of straight, repressive society. India is a cute boy, new on the scene in West Hollywood, stiffed out of his food money by a straight porn director. He confronts a couple of gay bashers (who figure romantically in the finale) but when things get out of control, he is rescued by a hugely handsome drag queen with a gun, a job, an apartment, and a heart of gold (and rules for living that exclude crystal and mandate condoms -- no self-destruction on his watch). Family is constructed, the straight world is scorned. There is an undercurrent of violence that always gets deflected into statements of love. Nothing bad happens ... perhaps plausibly. I think there is a story here, but it ends up as a one-act soap, with looping individual stories, rather than a three-act drama. As long as we had all these great bodies, a few more images of men "in the heat of passion" (as Destiny puts it) would have been appropriate. There are a lot of annoying continuity and sync-sound problems. On balance though, the writer/director wants to say something worth saying: too many gay personal histories begin in violence -- we only wish that they may end in love.
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