An off-broadway musical-in-the-film vaudeville, the musical is calledâAdam and Steve, Just the Way God Made Themâ?, so the skeletal story, one could effortless divine is a blasphemous entertainment, after Adam and Eve failed to achieve what Godâ(TM)s expectancy to blossom in the Eden (thanks to the forbidden fruit), he instead dabs in moulding a gay couple, the new Adam and Steve, but the film has no consistence in promoting the musical, since its absolutely small-scale theatre and its episodic occurrences only methodically adjusts itself to be the perfect foil in mirroring two leading actorsâ(TM) mundane lives, nevertheless the musical parts are arguably the redeeming features with a patchwork of the angelic dancing routines (the angel Dorothy is horridly over-the-top), corrective therapy to cure gayness and the Catholic kitsch sermons, which are partly insanely funny, partly inanely tedious.
There are no single ugly boys in the film, eye-candies are permeating, but the two leaders are considerably capable of doing more than just meet the eyes, Daniel Robinson gives an edge in his both physical movements and emotional thrust, (after a sudden and completely unexplained disappearance of his 3-weeks boyfriend, the once-believed-in-love boy decides to go wild), his rendition of âI WANNA BE A SLUTâ? is the crest of the entire film. Joey Dudding, who is dealing with the virgin coming-out cliche (with a bluff of HIV-panic), has his own moment in some strip-dancing solo presentation, but compared with Robinsonâ(TM)s go-slutty transformation, his section has barely any praiseworthy flickering.
By and large the film is as kitschy as any of its peers, thinking it too much is plain pointless and it is a timely reminder of us to cherish the day.