After the gravitas of Mysterious Skin, Greg Araki is content to fumble about for cardboard-cutout cult status. Filmed in colors so vibrant that every shot waves like a rainbow flag, the story involves some senseless to-do about “complex” sexuality, global annihilation, and the hostile takeover of a black-robed cult. The cast members seem handpicked for their resemblance to more recognizable faces. Dressed up like an Urban Outfitters catalog, they sputter generic, Juno-clone dialogue. The numerous sex scenes, for all their showy skin, come off more like a how-to guide on faking an orgasm than genuine titillation. (2010) — John Rubio
This movie is not currently in theaters.