Holding Trevor

Brent Gorski is solely responsible for this boring, drawn out piece of Cali based cinematic garbage. Whoever told Gorski he has talent as a writer and actor should have his (their) heads examined. 'Holding Trevor' centers around a few LA knuckleheads who think they're God's gift to everything and everyone. Guess what? Nothing could be further from the truth. Gorski plays the title character, Trevor Holden, a notorious malcontent who flutters around LaLa land looking for something meaningful with whom he can connect. He's already involved in a relationship with a self destructive heroin addict which only serves to make his life that more unhappy. Meanwhile, he's stuck in a meaningless job while trying to make it as an actor. There are no redeeming characters in Gorski's downbeat film. Can Trev change his life when given the opportunity to do so? Does anyone really care? Message to Gorski and other LGBTQ film writer wannabes: Elevate our community and stop with the stereotypical gay characters who represent a small area of our great community. Also, get your butts out of LA. Enough already. Be daring, venue is important to a story, as is character development. Contrary to what Gorski and other writers think, when referencing and critiquing the LGBTQ+ experience, stop with the premise that the sun rises and sets exclusively on Cali, especially LA. It doesn't!

Trying to plumb beneath the usual emotional shallows of twentysomething L.A. gay life, Holding Trevor sometimes succeeds, but mostly comes off as a vanity project for writer-star Brent Gorski. A lad with limited screen presence, he plays a protagonist caught between a longtime boyfriend-turned-junkie, an improbably perfect Mr. Right and two high-maintenance, brattily annoying best friends. Holding Trevor comes off as Joan Crawford-esquire, star-flattering melodrama on an Amerindie scale. There are several quite well-written, well-observed scenes; director Rosser Goodman delivers a polished product with solid tech values. But a vanity-project air still pervades Holding Trevor, from the scrawny stars frequent shirtlessness to his incessant fawning-over by Kranskis character.

Melissa Searing and Eli Kranski (who is also that hoty that every movie must have or so it seems) gave good roles, Gorski is better as writer, Brannan as musician... Best scenes are sex scenes, that's indeed tastefully simulated sex. Music is grate, especially Brennan's singing (and song writing). Not so bad, G&G will do it better next time!

feelings, fears, expectations, decisions, faces of new beginning. and a character who can be every of us. because it is not exactly a gay story. it is only search of best option in a desert of reality. a pledge for friendship virtues and need of the other. an exercise to define reality as drawing of intentions. and demonstration of human relationships. central virtue - the music as morning cigar smoke. and the courage of script to build nuances of a small universe as steps of new level. not a remarkable film. but a good occasion to discover the roots of common life. and to understand it more than part of accident. or part of generally lust.

I tried to care about these characters, even when two of them have tragic events in their lives.

The only thing it seems to get right is dealing with a heroin addict and hoping that your denial is reality.

Other than that, this film is pretty clumsy, the other gay guy has a music scene that doesn't fit the film and I don't remember if he even mentions his musical abilities or anything before that point.

It just seems thrown together, no sense of pacing and at the end it left me just with scrunched eyes and wondering "Did anyone proofread this before they shot it? OR point out things that didn't make sense"

This film deals with serious issues like HIV tests, drug addiction and holding on to vulnerable people. This deserves a 3 but the working out of all these issues is damaged by disjoined scenes, almost incomprehensible dialogue ( I live in the UK and still I could not understand their messy use of English, or rather a variation of it ) and characters who jump from scene to scene without anything worthy of the word continuity. At times it holds together, then it falls apart. The camera work is all over the place literally, and overall I think it is a failure. Sadly too many of this kind of badly thought out, badly produced product is put on the market and gay film, niche market that it is, charges more than they deserve. I found it among my collection realising I had not watched it. I endured it. Also the music which is banal beyond belief fills in gaps that could have been used for the above serious issues. Trevor is not worth holding.