Trevor Cunningham’s woefully amateurish DV feature explores the cuteness of foot fetishism as a traffic programmer falls heels over head for a beautiful blonde. Though Wendy Anderson as the woman with perfect tootsies and Olivier L’Ecuyer as a kinky cobbler hint at sensuality, the general blandness of the hero, the deadness and repetitiveness of the gags and true flatfootedness of the imagery overwhelm any occasional brief spark of vitality. Shoes display more personality than most of the actors. Prospects look dim.
Pretending to be a market researcher in order to photograph feet, Travis (Gordon Currie) finds his obsession slowly overtaking him when he meets his “sole”-mate, Cynthia (Anderson). But his blatant neglect of the rest of her soon sends Cynthia into the sphere of a strange craftsman (L’Ecuyer) with a fairy-tale spin on foot-fancying and some strangely innocuous S&M friends. Cunningham’s fetishist comes across as less passionate than a Franklin Mint collector, while his leather-clad partygoers look like refugees from a bad Halloween party. In the end, Cynthia’s free spirit focuses Trevor’s attention north of her feet. Tech credits are sub-standard.