This is my second attempt at suffering through a James Fotopoulos film, and though I hear he's capable of making real movies, this one will be my last for awhile. The story of a "lingerie model" (Debbie Mulcahy) and her men, this is a film where nothing happens. When something does happen, it's only hinted at, after a long, long wide shot that doesn't move for five minutes or more. One could try to guess that this is an avant garde attempt to make you feel the malaise and stillness of these loser characters' lives. Doesn't work. I only felt my own hatred for the movie.