Pooltime (US 2010)

The Gist: 

A 40-something gay man claiming he is bored with his stereotypical life of partying and one night stands, invites three friends over (his best friend, an ex-boyfriend, and a former hook-up) to see if one of them would make a good husband. He then remembers why they wouldn't. As this happens, bizarre people drop by, and a dubious lesson on how to get laid is given to a straight teenage nephew. 

Comments: 

The opening credits feature swimming speedo clad men and it's arguable that this is the highlight of the movie. Well, perhaps that's too mean. Although from all the underwater crotch shots and scenes where the camera is focused on their bodies rather than say, their faces, as the principles talk, it seems like the movie mainly exists as an excuse to watch skinny barely dressed men. 

"Mainly exists," because beyond the skin, there's not much else here. Just a mix of adequate to strangely bad acting, the standard boring jokes about how everyone in West Hollywood is a terrible person, and the idea that after a couple decades of meaningless partying, protagonist David is finally ready to settle down. Although that last bit is questionable. If he really were ready to settle down, why would his tactic to find a husband consist of revisiting old failed relationships? As is, the movie has already decided which of the three prospects is his perfect partner. They both know it as well, but are too wussy to do anything about it. 

In addition to his half hearted husband quest, there are some questionable lessons provided, that romance is foolish, that if you're gay only anal sex counts as "real sex," and that people never change. 

There is also a lesson for a young teenage nephew, who gets lectured by the gays on dating girls and how to get laid. He needs to become the straight version of them, a vain metrosexual concerned with looks and money and style over substance. They also teach him that girls are manipulative creatures and will get pregnant just to get a man. Poor sad nephew, being straight sucks. Then again, if these guys are any indication, being gay isn't much better. 

So yeah. Maybe the opening credits of swimming speedo clad men really is the best part of the movie. 

Women: 

A few: a party crashing mom, one mean sister, and a neighbor 

People of color:

A couple 

Gratuitous nudity:

No actual nudity, though there is lots of skin showing thanks to skimpy "gay" swimwear

• Director: Mike Donahue
• Writer: Mike Donahue
• Actors: Marcus Harwell, Jeffrey Patrick Olson, Mark C. Hanson, Junes Zadhi
• 87 min
• IMDB