James Franco completes his transformation from occasionally interesting actor to a full time voyeur by making this film, which is designed to be the “lost” footage from “Cruising” (1980, gay serial killer movie, freaky, not amazing). It’s basically an hour and a half of gay sex, which, while great in person, probably lost all of its impact when filmed. Also, is this supposed to take place in 1980? Is every character a murder victim? Unclear.
I don’t even know what to do with you anymore, James Franco. You took your own attractiveness and attacked it with the self-destructiveness of Jared Leto, but instead of sinew, nail polish, and music, your weapons of choice were PHD’s, mustaches, and hosting the Oscars. So wasteful.