Trying to plumb beneath the usual emotional shallows of twentysomething L.A. gay life, Holding Trevor sometimes succeeds, but mostly comes off as a vanity project for writer-star Brent Gorski. A lad with limited screen presence, he plays a protagonist caught between a longtime boyfriend-turned-junkie, an improbably perfect Mr. Right and two high-maintenance, brattily annoying best friends. Holding Trevor comes off as Joan Crawford-esquire, star-flattering melodrama on an Amerindie scale. There are several quite well-written, well-observed scenes; director Rosser Goodman delivers a polished product with solid tech values. But a vanity-project air still pervades Holding Trevor, from the scrawny stars frequent shirtlessness to his incessant fawning-over by Kranskis character.
Melissa Searing and Eli Kranski (who is also that hoty that every movie must have or so it seems) gave good roles, Gorski is better as writer, Brannan as musician... Best scenes are sex scenes, that's indeed tastefully simulated sex. Music is grate, especially Brennan's singing (and song writing). Not so bad, G&G will do it better next time!
Melissa Searing and Eli Kranski (who is also that hoty that every movie must have or so it seems) gave good roles, Gorski is better as writer, Brannan as musician... Best scenes are sex scenes, that's indeed tastefully simulated sex. Music is grate, especially Brennan's singing (and song writing). Not so bad, G&G will do it better next time!