As the latter confesses his insecurities and misgivings about the whole trip, Noah resolves to put his own sex life on ice to get his friend laid – something that Charlie (James Scully), a sweet, preppy doctor they run into on their first night, seems happy to help with.

An annual week-long vacation on New York’s gay mecca of Fire Island has become the binding fixture of their friendship together with three thinly drawn friends, they crash the holiday home of lesbian pal Erin (Margaret Cho), and spend their days drinking, dancing and cruising as if there’s no tomorrow – or at least no looming middle age.Ĭasual sex comes easily to Noah, though not to Howie. Since Howie moved from New York to San Francisco, however, their lives have diverged somewhat: while he’s remained a shy wallflower, Noah has evolved into a gym-built stud, cycling through one-night stands with casual ease. Years before, Asian Americans Noah and Howie bonded over their mutual status as outcasts on a scene where “no fats, no fems, no Asians” is all too common a line on Grindr profiles. The result, like those films, is more aspirational than it is convincing. Mapping conventionally cheesy romantic comedy beats on to less Hollywood-dictated homosexual terrain, it also aims to deliver some tough truths about the modern gay dating scene between the sweetened sunset smooches and all’s-well-that-ends-well optimism of sundry past vehicles for Sandra Bullock or Meg Ryan. Andrew Ahn’s sunny gay buddy movie Fire Island negotiates that fundamental conflict in its characters while also falling prey to it as a film.

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