Not entirely surprisingly for a film with such a blatant come-on title, “the sex movie” emerges as nearly all talk and almost no action. Still, it’s all talk about sex, which will titillate some. As a quartet of hotties spend the night defending — when not compromising — their claimed Kinsey Scale identifications, enough yelling and pontificating and dirty-secret-airing occurs to make the pic feel like a middling Off-Off-Broadway play that found its way to video. Still, it’s a painless watch that will provoke discussion among home viewers regarding just how bi-curious (or tolerant) they are.
After a day’s work in various capacities on a San Francisco porn shoot, four friends — ones who’ll readily tear like emotional piranhas into each others’ insecurities — repair to Kris’ (Michelle Mosley) loft apartment. She announces, “I woke up and thought damn, I just want to lose my hang-ups,” commencing drink-enhanced mind games that reveal contrary if fairly predictable things about macho straight dude J.D. (Matthew Tyler), man-hater lesbian Heidi (Eleese Longino) and gay guy Rafe (Mike Fallon). Diverting if schematic first feature for writer-helmer Colton Lawrence is decently acted and adequately packaged on a shoestring.