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This was a clever little film built on a set of sophomoric conceits. It unfolds like a stage play which I suspect it was. The protagonist is a hustler who finds himself unable to locate the way out of a strange apartment building where he bounces from one unique sexual encounter to the next all along the way exploring some aspect of gay sexual/social culture with his Johns. The sex scenes were titillating (and yet I fast forwarded my way through them), the dialogue often tedious and overly contrived. If I'd have cared just a smidgen more, I might have called 911 for him to get the police to come and get him the hell out of the place, but I just didn't care about any of it.
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