Tiger Orange

Gasque's debut feature...and, quite possibly, his last.

Thankfully, this film will not be spewed upon the general public - if it did find a wider audience, it could easily set back equality for decades.

It's so damn self-righteously gay...that whiff of antagonism is akin to swallowing a deliciously cold glass of soured milk.

Two gay brothers re-unite - there's the stable stalwart and the wardrobe-malfuntioning party animal...a grown man in cut-off dungarees in a hardware store in small-town America...seriously?!?

Don't foolishly think that this is a modern-day, gay Cain and Abel...if it had been, it would have been a damn sight better...

There's no character development to speak of - it starts where it starts and ends where it started - the interim is filled with flashbacks, preachy conversations and pointless episodes of masturbation and gratuitous nudity.

You can almost hear the director scream: He's a porn star for Chrissakes - get him to take off his kit a few times!!!

The voice-over: A big mistake...it adds nothing but a sloppy Hallmark sentimentality.

Strano cannot act beyond awkward cardboard and, surprisingly, Hazzard does do a little better - better than the usual 'porn star' turned legit.

The dialogue veers from the infantile to the senile...with the remarkable dexterity of a 3rd grader.

This writing duo's future looks rather bleak.All in all, not the greatest 'feature film-making' starts for either director or producer.

Trailer...