In Adam & Steve, the title characters meet in the ’80s under more-than-slightly auspicious circumstances at a New York dance club. The night leads to them doing cocaine laced with baby laxatives, which leads to… well, you’ll just have to see that for yourself. This definitely isn’t your mother’s romantic comedy!

Fast-forward to the present day when they meet again (and not in your standard romantic comedy fashion) when Adam (Craig Chester) accidentally stabs his dog while eating salami in bed one night and Steve (Malcolm Gets), a psychiatrist, not a vet, saves the day nonetheless.

Sounds like a typical Saturday night, right? Well, it is for Adam, who is as lonely as a single can get, while Steve is on the flipside of that equation; he’s a man of action with a laundry list of to do’s and have done’s under his belt – sexually speaking, of course.

The two begin dating, which leads to a relationship, and all the while neither of them is aware they have met before.

Adam and Steve’s courtship is seen in vignettes – and a recurring gag about gay bashing grows a little thin – but the scene where Steve meets Adam’s über accident-prone family is a hoot.

This isn’t one of those gay flicks that will change the world, but there is a certain sweetness to it, and it is definitely worth a look.

OK, I kind of see why the filmmakers behind Poseidon felt it necessary to remake the 1972 disaster classic The Poseidon Adventure, what with the advances in state-of-the-art special effects that have transpired in the last 34 years.

With that said, no amount of wizardry can hold a candle to Shelly Winters’ chutzpah as Mrs. Rosen in the original. I could give you a long list of reasons why the original cast of survivors (Gene Hackman, Ernest Borgnine, Stella Stevens, Pammy Sue Martin and even Carol Lynley) blow the new cast (which includes Kurt Russell, Josh Lucas, Richard Dreyfuss, Emmy Rossum and Stacy “Fergie” Ferguson of the Black Eyed Peas) out of the water. But that would involve giving a lick about any of the characters, which I didn’t.

And the reason they leave us high and dry is because the characterizations are about as subtle as the wave that capsizes the boat. “I’m rebellious,” “I’m suave,” “I’m a single mom,” etc.

There is no character development whatsoever in the remake, which disengages the audience, making us not want to root for these people. I wished the wave that capsizes the boat, which transpires 15 minutes into this disaster of a flick, had left nary a survivor. At the 25-minute mark, a man (the captain, I think, but who knows in this movie) announces to the passengers that they have most likely been struck by a “rogue wave,” which can be “unpredictable.” Really? Is that why they’re standing on what used to be the ceiling? At that point, I turned off the movie in disgust, feeling cheapened that I had cheated on the original, one of my all-time favorite movies.

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it! That’s 25 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. I could have gotten an early start on my income taxes, or been partway through a root canal in the time it took me to realize I had chosen unwisely to view the film.

Gay Sex in the ’70s is an interesting documentary chronicling the era after Stonewall and before AIDS, featuring literally everything in between.

Kinky Boots are what drag queens demand of a floundering shoe business, and this movie is based on a true story!