Set in the swinging ’70s, this intense gay soap opera follows a clean-cut all-American boy through his first year at a conservative, Southern all-male college. Along with long hair, tastefully retro outfits and the total absence of AIDS, helmer/cinematographer Anne Misawa relies on a quasi-impressionistic palette to paint the period. Against all odds, Misawa makes amateurish acting read as unformed adolescence, and occasional excursions into the ludicrous (our hero taking woodsy refuge with his poetry teacher in Thoreau-esque skinny-dipping idylls) feel like sexual awkwardness. Despite zero-budget look, pic’s defined DV aesthetic and satisfyingly well-rounded script (by producer Jerry Meadors and Hart Monroe) should score on gay circuit and indie cable.
Frosh hero’s induction into a frat house brings him under the sway of a seductive hetero twosome whose destructiveness arises less from cruelty than sexual confusion. Hero, himself conflicted about his preferences, is lured into an orgiastic three-way web. Supposedly “based on a true story,” couple’s predatoriness, floating in a haze of drugs and sensuality, eventually impacts all the characters.