It's not the deepest movie, or even the deepest gay movie, you're ever going to see, but it's a nice enough way to kill 90 minutes, and it does explore some themes about gay life that I, at least, have never seen before: our tendency to ghetto ourselves from the rest of the world, and our seeming inability to grow up.
Dean Cain and John Mahoney (Zach Braff and Timothy Olyphant hadn't yet done Scrubs and Deadwood, respectively), as the only recognizable stars in the film, do very nice jobs as the West Hollywood equivalent of a Chelsea boy and the boys' fairy godmother, respectively. Billy Porter, who WOULD be a recognizable star if there was anything even remotely resembling justice in this world, is absolutely wonderful in his role.
Dean Cain and John Mahoney (Zach Braff and Timothy Olyphant hadn't yet done Scrubs and Deadwood, respectively), as the only recognizable stars in the film, do very nice jobs as the West Hollywood equivalent of a Chelsea boy and the boys' fairy godmother, respectively. Billy Porter, who WOULD be a recognizable star if there was anything even remotely resembling justice in this world, is absolutely wonderful in his role.