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This film is a comedy about a stunningly handsome straight man, Caleb (played by stunningly handsome Scott Lunsford). A political science major, Caleb is sleeping with the sluttish Tiffani (Rebekah Kochan, who is channeling "A Mighty Wind" actress Jennifer Coolidge). Tiffani, however, can't get aroused unless she's forcing Caleb to role-play.

When Tiffani finally tosses Caleb out for not being into kinky sex, Caleb moans about his problems to gay college roommate Kyle (played by "American Idol" semi-finalist Jim Verraros). Kyle tells Caleb that it's too bad he's not gay, for straight women like nothing better but to try to seduce gay men and "turn" them.

Kyle and Caleb attend a party at which local college girl Gwen (newcomer Emily Stiles, channeling Tori Spelling -- but with comic timing and facial expressions) is being comforted by her gay best friend, Marc (newcomer Ryan Carnes), who looks like a tall version of Jonathon Taylor Thomas -- with pecs. Caleb would like nothing better than to boink Gwen, so Kyle lies to her and says Caleb is gay. But to get to Gwen, Caleb must date Marc. Hilarity ensues. Sexy moments ensue. Wacky parents come and go.

All of this is rather unsettling. The film seems to be saying that it's funny (hence, morally all right) for women to "turn" gay men "straight" and that gay men's sexuality is simply a matter of not having "met the right girl yet."

The movie also has a major problem with characterization. Is Marc a slut or not? If he is, why would he be considered a nice guy? Marc gives a rather unbelievable explanation of his behavior to Kyle at the end of the film. Am I supposed to believe it, or not? We're told Gwen is this wonderful person. So why does she lie, cheat and backstab throughout the film? Kyle is at first portrayed as a shallow queen, but later he's supposed to be a sweet-hearted boy with a broken heart. Huh? Wha'?

Jim Verraros is cute as Kyle, but he has a bad habit of sneering when he's speaking. It makes him look like he's being cynical or cruel, and this distorts the emotional tenor of most scenes he's in. His best scene is when he cruelly accuses Caleb of being stupid. The venom is cold and dry, and Verraros plays the scene just right.

Emily Stiles is decent (albeit hammy) as Gwen. But she's more workmanlike than inspired in the role, which tends to make absurd what is supposed to be deeply emotional.

Ryan Carnes is pure eye-candy, but little else. He does nothing as an actor to help us make sense of things. Indeed, in the film's big sex scene, Carnes seems completely lost and out of the moment.

The most jarring problem in the film comes when sad, depressing music plays over lengthy images of the four characters laying, depressed, in their individual beds after the film's disastrous date. Up until now, the film has maintained a fairly blithe, manic, and comedic style and pace. You don't invest much emotionally in these characters, because they are so cardboard and comically amoral. But suddenly, the film turns into a drama. This doesn't work at all.

The shift becomes only slightly more palatable when Kyle and Caleb have their confrontation. The audience has had time to adjust emotional gears. Kyle's vicious, spiteful words are like a kick in the head to Caleb, who looks as if his heart has been broken. But then we're right back to the guffaw-a-minute laughter, as the dinner party falls apart time and time again. What th'?

It's clear that the terrible screenplay (by Q. Allan Brocka) is at fault here. While funny at times, it's not terribly witty. It lobs jokes that are softballs (the mother and father's dinner-party comments after Caleb is "outed" are so predictable that they could be put on the table of periodic elements). And the comic situations are stale, trite and not inventive.

The salvation of this film is Scott Lunsford, who turns in a superb job as an actor. Lunsford has one of those high-forehead, doe-eyed, open faces that permits us to see right into the soul of whatever character he is playing. The first reaction to Lunsford's face is that he's impassive. But keep watching those eyes! They widen. They narrow. They pop open when he's surprised. They fill with tears and intense, searing pain when he's hurt. They twinkle when he's happy.

Lunsford also has a wonderfully expressive voice. Listen to him during the film's central phone-sex scene. He's making love with his voice. His words become breathy without being breathless. You can hear the tension and base, animal sexuality in his voice rising. When he becomes startled by Gwen's instructions, the panic is evident in his voice.

Watch, too, how Lunsford's body language visibly alters when Marc starts massaging him. There is sudden, purposeful relaxation there. His breathing comes deeper, too. And the responsiveness of his body to the sensual touch is natural and easy.

You see Lunsford's strong ability to display raw, human emotion again in the scene where Kyle accuses him of being stupid. Beautiful people are often the most insecure, especially when it comes to their intelligence. Then there are those very handsome men who, by the grace of God, are smart enough to know just how stupid they are. And it terrifies them.

So when Kyle tells Caleb that he's stupid, it exposes Caleb to the thing he fears the most -- that he might actually be as stupid as Kyle says, and might not have anything inside him worth loving.

The scene works because of the two actors in it. Jim Verraros is good. But watch Scott Lunsford's face. He doesn't move. He doesn't shiver in pain. He doesn't let his jaw drop open in shock. Tears don't well up in his eyes. But there is awful pain there. Look at Lunsford's eyes when the words come out. A soul bereft of hope is there. A heart shattered by betrayal is there. GOD THIS IS GOOD ACTING.

You, like me, may well leave the theater not caring about Kyle or Marc or Gwen or Joey or anyone else in this film.

But you, like me, may leave the theater wanting very badly to talk to Scott Lunsford, dig deep into his soul, and find out what's there. Someone who can act like this is someone worth knowing and seeing more of on screen!

This film has to be one of the worst Gay Cinema train wrecks I've seen in some time. The dialogue is so raunchy it would make a truck driver blush. I won't describe the plot, there really isn't any. One unbelievable scene is where a straight guy lets a gay guy give him oral sex. The nudity was exploitive and it was obvious it was there for titillation and not the plot. I felt bad for the actors in this mess. The only chuckle I got out of this was in the beginning when some blonde actress in a fur trimed bikini top looked like she was doing an impression of Jennifer Coolidge. Even that was probably not intentional. AVOID THIS MOVIE LIKE THE PLAGUE, unless you are a masochist!

This film is about a man who pretends to be gay and has a date with a gay guy, in order to get the girl he wants.

"Eating Out" is a low budget comedy, but it has all the right ingredients to be an entertaining film. I like the story as it is a refreshing change from all the standard romantic comedy. It has adult themes and at times stretches on for a bit too long, but these scenes do not feel out of place. There is a lot of positivity and social support for the main characters too, which is uplifting and empowering.

"Eating Out" is fun, lighthearted and makes people happy. That's all that matters for a comedy.

I don't know why I keep watching gay-themed movies when I hardly ever enjoy them - because they're mostly cheaply made with inexperienced actors, and corny or predictable.

'Eating Out' is a no brain cells required movie with a plot as simple as can be, which is maybe a good thing. It's sole purpose is to be sexy - or at least, trying to be. The film revolves around Caleb (Scott Lunsford) who gets dumped by his girlfriend, Tiffani. (By the way, all attempts to make Caleb appear straight, fails). Caleb then falls for Gwen (Emily Brooke Hands), but the only way to get close to her, is to pretend he is gay (!!!). Gwen believes him, and sets him up with her best (gay) friend, Marc (Ryan Carnes). Meantime Caleb's roommate, Kyle (Jim Verraros) - who is gay - is madly in love with Marc.

We once again have a gay-themed movie with a confused straight guy... oh, enough already, they're all so similar! The girls in the movie are overbearing and annoying - so much so that I wouldn't blame guys for turning gay!! The female actors over-acted to the point where it became cringe worthy. The male actors, thankfully, were much better and more believable. The dialogue had some funny moments, but were mostly forced and rather crude instead of actually funny.

The film's draw card is the hunky guys with their great bodies - especially well endowed Scott Lunsford who gives us a full frontal peek. This is the type of movie where you have to go in expecting very little, and might find it entertaining. I must admit it wasn't all that bad.

This little film plays more like a French farce than a Hollywood film and if watched with that in mind it is sure to entertain. So many writers have mined this vein of boy playing girl playing boy in the web of catching the designated lover that it must be one of the more durable lines for comedy success through the years. Adding the contemporary slant of gay proposing straight posing as gay so that straight can get girl and gay can get lover works...but you have to stay with this one to catch all the double entendres that make it fun.

Classical music student Marc (a new 'Brad Pitt' like Ryan Carnes!) is a popular gay hunk who lives with Gwen (Emily Brooke Hands) who thinks she is the one responsible for making straight boys turn gay (!), so convinced is she that all the good men are gaily unavailable to her. Caleb (Scott Lunsford) is a straight guy who lives with jazz music student gay Kyle (Jim Verraros) in a purely roommate situation. Caleb, after an hilarious opening physical setup encounter with Tiffani (Rebekah Kochan), is convinced that gay men have an easier time of getting partnered than straight men. At a party Caleb meets Gwen who thinks Caleb is with Kyle, Caleb wants Gwen, and Kyle wants the apparently aloof Marc. Kyle convinces Caleb that if Caleb poses as gay he will gain entry into the Gwen/Marc abode and have access to Gwen while Kyle will have access to Marc. A spur of the moment telephone sex call (Gwen is attempting to turn on Caleb in front of Marc) results in Caleb and Marc 'hitting it off' much to the confusion of everyone. Add a dinner party for the four people involved which Caleb's ever-so-accepting family also attends and the whole situation explodes. How this whole schema plays out is the punch line of the film and all's well that end's well! The cast is young and inexperienced and in need of a heavier directorial hand, but they are unanimously lovable and the men are certainly eye candy. As written and directed by Q. Allan Brocka EATNG OUT sails along breezily and provides enough fun for all audiences. Grady Harp