A punk hairdresser (LaBruce) takes time off from watching Altman's That Cold Day in the Park on TV and picks up a surly skinhead (von Brucker), taking him home to bed, board and bondage fantasies. The sullen object of his desire isn't about to stick around and listen to the Carpenters, though, and hightails it to the apartment of his lesbian film-maker sister (Jones), who's busy casting for her new production, 'Girls of the SLA'. Jones is undoubtedly the star of this exceptionally cut-price venture, with the sassiest delivery and by far the best lines ('I wonder if this is how Agnès Varda got started?' she sighs). LaBruce's film has been compared to Kuchar and Warhol, but both would be hard pressed to beat the longueurs and economy measures. One of the tackier highlights of the new wave of Queer Cinema, it's patchily enjoyable and pretty endearing.