The Gist:
A middle aged, closeted, TV actor deals with his recently disabled (and much younger boyfriend), his very weepy best friend, and the discovery that he has a teenage son.
Comments (with a couple of minor unimportant spoilers):
Considering that large sections of the movie are long monologues, where an actor bares his or her soul to the camera/audience while crying crocodile tears, it's a bit obvious that this was a play turned movie. One that can be summed up by a line of dialogue, where the actor, in talking about himself and his boyfriend, yells at his son:
"We are lovers, no threat to you or anyone else!"
In other words, overly melodramatic, yet oddly timid in its defense of being gay.
Ignoring the weirdness of timid melodrama, this is more or less a standard "Gays plus kids make a family" kind of movie. One element of this kind of story involving a kid who starts off a jerk, but turns into a good kid by the end. Unfortunately the movie went overboard with making the son an ass. By the time you get to the section of the movie where you should be sympathetic to the child, you still think he's an obnoxious idiot. Well, at least I did.
In the end, it's the kind of movie where you spend more time wondering if the lead actor is also the writer/director/producer than you do paying attention to the movie.
Women:
Two. Best friend, and the kid's grandmother.
People of color:
None.
Gratuitous nudity:
None... well, at least I think it was none. I started only paying half attention to the movie halfway through so I guess there could have been entire monologues done in the nude that I only listened to instead of watched as I dealt with bills.
- Director: Jerry Turner
- Writers: Travis Michael Holder, Jerry Turner
- Actors: Travis Michael Holder, Deborah Shelton, John Brotherton
- 83 min
- IMDB
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