Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
Morgan Saylor | ... | Leah | |
Brian Marc | ... | Blue | |
Justin Bartha | ... | Kelly | |
Chris Noth | ... | George | |
Adrian Martinez | ... | Lloyd | |
Bobbi Salvör Menuez | ... | Katie (as India Menuez) | |
Anthony Ramos | ... | Kilo | |
Ralph Rodriguez | ... | Nene | |
Annabelle Dexter-Jones | ... | Alexa | |
Eden Marryshow | ... | Undercover Cop | |
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Charles Barboza | ... | Carlos (as Charles Baboza) |
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Graig Guggenheim | ... | Limo Driver |
Brendan Burke | ... | Correction's Officer (as Brendan Burke) | |
Jermel Howard | ... | Darnell on Train | |
Grim Reaper Q. | ... | Le Baron Bouncer (as Anthony Quarles) |
Equipped with platinum blond hair and a winning smile, NYC college girl Leah seeks out pleasure in any form. Between getting high with her roommate, Katie and snorting lines with her boss, Kelly she falls for Blue, a young man dealing drugs on her corner. Within days, the two are selling dime bags to her boss and his downtown friends and living the high life. Summer love crashes to a halt when Blue is arrested and she is left with a serious bag of his coke. Enlisting the help of an overpriced lawyer George, she finds herself deep in debt as she crosses all boundaries to get Blue back. Written by Rotten T.
This movie will make any parent wary of sending their kids away to college in a big city. This trash fest about two bimbos who move into an apartment in a scuzzy Brooklyn neighborhood, is exploitative as well as racist and poorly made. Leah and lesbian(?) roommate (who proves her Liberal "edginess by displaying unshaven armpits) meet up with and invite into their home, the local Puerto Rican guys who deal coke on the corner. Leah "falls in love" with Blue (nicknamed that because he is supposedly always sad) after letting him screw her in the alley after knowing him for 30 minutes. Between all the scenes of dry humping and jiggling exposed breasts and fake penises, a predictable scenario begins to form, when Blue gets arrested directly after buying $7,000 worth of cocaine on credit, from the neighborhood psycho, who likes to gouge people's eyes out if they don't pay their debts. This cheap movie has "amateur production" written all over it. Female director Elizabeth Wood seems to know that the material is stale, as she feels the need to inject a scene of depraved, over the top humping, nudity and unrealistic drug use every 4 minutes. Actress Morgan Sayler must be desperate for fame, as she seems to have no problem with performing oral sex on screen, and whether or not those penises are real or rubber, she still looks like a fool sucking men off on camera. The New York depicted in this movie is hysterically inaccurate, and seems to come from the imagination of what someone from Kansas might imagine New York to be. Ridiculously over the top "sex parties," with obnoxious hipsters balling, getting naked and getting sucked off on the dance floor while simultaneously shoveling tons of coke up their noses in sweaty, trendy night clubs, a scene that has NEVER existed, even in the hedonistic 70's, and certainly not in today's timid, PC climate of coffee houses and online dating apps. Miss Wood should have researched her topic more thoroughly, as nobody could snort as much coke as Leah did, without ending up in a coma. The saddest thing about this cinematic miscarriage, is that it perpetuates stereotypes of spoiled, privileged white kids and Latino youth being drug dealing street trash. The white people in this movie absolutely deserve to be ripped off and used and exploited by the locals, simply because they are treating the situation like some kind of joke, and have no respect for the fact that urban youth have to resort to crime to get what these spoiled college kids get handed by their parents. Most people who watch this movie are going to want to take a bath after seeing this piece of trash. You will never see a bigger collection of disgusting people in one movie; everyone in this thing is a piece of human garbage. Sadly this is just an example of what "Indie Film" has become, no longer movies made by talented and passionate film makers. Now the scene is populated by children of rich parents who whine that they "wanna make a movie," and this one is proof. Director Elizabeth Wood has no vision, no talent, and no business being behind a camera. And it is sad, because there are so many truly talented young people, who won't have the opportunity to realize their dreams, because the market is flooded by these overprivileged children of money families..Worth a look only for shock value, or to be reminded how good films used to be..