It's difficult to know what's worse: the sappy script, the wooden acting, or the cheap cinematography (or the cheap sentiment). The gay relationship has more in common with weepies from the 40s than any kind of contemporary version of gayness. My guess is that London is the love child of Douglas Sirk and Ed Wood--so much seriousness, so much bad acting and such sentimental sappiness. there's no real dramatic tension in the previously unrequited relationship between the leads and the younger brother is the kind of idealized kid with problems who only exists in sentimental TV news pieces. The guys also seem to live quite well on very little. Yes, it's a movie, but having take place on Mars would give it more realism.
Review of Regarding Billy
