Bradford is an aspiring dancer and Vincent has been his partner in crime in everything they do, including gay clubs and bathhouses. They slept in the beginning but are now good friends. When Bradford hurts himself and can no longer dance, they both decide that they can make a living by making gay porn and playing it in an arthouse Swedish theatre. He calls a few of his ex-tricks and hook ups and starts making films. The films succeed providing the duo with decent means of income, leading to both the men and the artists use of drugs and underground sex clubs. But success is short lived with drugs, cheap video technology and AIDS looming over.
It's hard to say whether the film was intentionally made bad or that's just how it is. There is a thin line between a bad movie and a satire of a bad movie. This film clearly looks like a really really bad movie. Badly acted. Almost trash, horribly directed with grainy camerawork and very very amateurish. I was hoping something better would happen or the story would take an interesting turn but nothing happens. You just wait and wonder why was this film ever made in the first place. (1.5/10)
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