House of Boys
Time Out says
Anyone who ever wondered what went on at Luxembourg's all-male strip joints during the '80s may find this tale of a young, blond dancer (Anderson) in love with a fellow professional grinder (Northover) a vicarious thrill. Those who are fine sacrificing little things like quality storytelling and passable acting in exchange for hot guy-on-guy action, deadpan declarations from a campy Udo Kier and lots of Soft Cell songs may also find this memory-lane trip a worthwhile lark, but its appeal begins and ends there. Once AIDS rears its head, this nostalgic look back goes into melodrama mode---and quickly descends from bad to much, much worse.