Metacritic reviews

Mr. Drake can be rivetingly angry, intense, frenetic, frank and touching.

Drake draws us in, digging deep to track the occasionally divine, always ridiculous journey that is big-city gay life.

Once Drake reaches the candlelight vigil that acts as his penultimate set piece, he sustains an impossible balance between mordant wit and articulate bewilderment.

There's enough wit, intelligence and theatrical intensity at work in Larry Kramer to overcome an occasional tendency toward politically correct smugness.

On film, and eight years after they were written, his urgent re-creations of an awkward first date, or a Village People obsession, feel both overly familiar and almost embarrassingly earnest.

It exudes a slightly stale air that does nothing to dispel gay stereotypes.