A dancer breaks his leg, can't dance ever again and makes porn instead. Supposedly a story of Gay excess, AIDS and drug use in 1970s New York City but beyond that, I don't know what the message was. Somehow I missed it was by Todd Verow who has made many other very poor movies. He seems to think if you have a few male full frontal scenes, and a very brief masturbation scene, it will save the film. The character "Horse" or his stand in has a whopper and while nice to see, did not add anything to the story. I did not think the cast was unattractive. While one guy was heavy, he was hairy which is a plus to me. Seems most guys pluck all their body hair these days and for me, every guy does not need to be a gym bunny to be fairly nice looking. Still, this movie was a waste of time.

I have to admit that I read the other reviews before actively choosing to finish watching this train wreck of a movie, just to prove that I could make it.

If you do likewise, challenge yourself to see how many shots or bong hits it takes to make this movie approach anything tolerable.

Script, plot development, music and acting are all equally embarrassing. And, as another reviewer described, the manner in which the director mis-represents the dates of the onset of the AIDS crisis really is a slap in the face to the gay community. And a final note to the director: if you're going to make a cameo, try not to embarrass yourself as well.

If someone decided to create an extremely low-budget movie about waiting in line at the DMV that ran for an hour and a half, it would still be less painful to watch than this. To call it self-indulgent would be a drastic understatement. There are so many stories about the excesses of the seventies in New York City and the consequences that came after, and this is probably the most boringly tedious of them all. Bad acting, horrible script, hideous cast and even worse editing made this a film to miss at all cost.