Eating Out: All You Can Eat Reviews

"Eating Out: All You Can Eat" somewhat departs from the series' gay spin on the raunchy teen sex comedy in favor of semi-sincere romantic comedy -- after a crass and abysmal first stretch, that is. The theatrical blip made by this could-be-worse low-budgeter, opening in San Francisco and New York on Oct. 9, will be followed by more suitable/profitable ancillary biz.
The main attraction is "Eating" mainstay Rebekah Kochan as blonde, buxom L.A. "fag hag" and (hetero-)sexual carnivore Tiffani, who comes across more as an old-school drag queen than a biological female. (The thesp's comedic timing deserves a better showcase.) Viewers who make it past the dreadful opening funeral-parlor scenes get to see Tiffani's initially disastrous attempts to match new-kid-in-town Casey (Daniel Skelton) and local hunk Zack (Chris Salvatore). They're eventually righted in a decent equivalent to the first "Eating Out's" standout phone-sex setpiece. Scattered quotable quips aside, the script panders to its target aud via zero-body-fat casting and routine campy sensibility. But thesps and first-time feature helmer Glenn Gaylord modestly elevate matters when the material allows. Brief full-frontal views suggest MPAA rating isn't a goal.

Many mistakes and a few fixes. The bad of gay films along with continuation even with more independent producers and actors who do not follow onto the sequence, like it was for the Another Gay Movie, a pity. For those who like a hooker it’s marvelous, but if it’d to analyze the movie, then the note would be pretty low.