12 July 2002 | honesty_in_a_bottle
Why can't these people figure out the mysteries of lighting and cinematography?
This is Zen's attempt at the "movie within a movie" theme that has been handled better (Terror Firmer) and worse (Rented Lips) by more respectable filmmakers. The result is a surprisingly coherent storyline in a none-the-less boring and sloppy production.
Zen's experience in gay porn shows in his treatment of the subject. Men are given entirely too much attention on the screen, while the actresses are treated unkindly by the lighting and camerawork. Scenes that could have been exciting in the hands of another director come across as dull and lifeless.
Jameson gives the movie's only redeeming performance, but despite her top billing, she isn't given much serious work to keep her busy. The supporting roles are played without any conviction, and many of the picture's key scenes suffer for it. Fine's part is especially frustrating because she has been known to do good work in the past.
On top of this, the script is filled with long and uninspired dialogue scenes that do little to move the plot forward. Still, even this could have been fixed with a bit of editing. In the end, the failure of this movie all comes down to the cinematography.