Jon Not good. Not the worst thing I've ever seen, either. It's just a dull, amateurish effort, where the writer thought that the most realistic the dialogue, the better. (Not true. Try leaving a tape recorder on for a couple of hours when you're having a heart-to-heart with a friend. Just don't make me listen to the result.) Drift has a couple of fresh points--first, it deals with the pain of breakup, and avoids the horrible cliché of "coming out" stories or overly sunny romantic discovery. It's very realistic, and prefers understatement to emotional shouting.But that latter point is also its downfall. It is dull. The gambit of three possible endings cannot save it. The main character is a self-pitying neurotic, and as time went on, I lost all interest in him. Save your money.

JMC4711 What starts out as a fairly straightforward tale of the end of a relationship gets, for no apparent reason, complicated about an hour in by repeated scenes from earlier in the film with twists and variations. First minor changes in wording, then wholesale changes in content, scene construction and even characters. I was reminded of the home video release of "Clue," which separated the three theatrical endings with a title card saying something like "That's one way it could have gone, but what about this?" Except the alternate endings and scenes for "Clue" were entertaining and these changes weren't. The twists and turns were attempts to enliven an otherwise pedestrian faux-"quirky" script (oooh, obsessing about serial killers, how avant-garde!) but it didn't work. Proving that gay indie filmmakers can screw up relationship stories just as badly as straight ones. If you like surreal twists, leave this one on the shelf and rent "The Hanging Garden" instead.

wille66 Maybe it's because I don't appreciate the joy that drama queens bring to life. Maybe it's because I don't appreciate the angst of living in the life today. Who in the real, work-a-day world speaks like this? If I met such an emotional train-wreck as the lead character, I would sprint at high speed in the other direction. It seemed every time Ryan opened his mouth out spilled a Greek tragedy punctuated by his belabored, self absorbed, oh-woe-is-me breathing. The acting was good, the story line was mediocre. I found myself looking at my watch and checking the box the video came in to see how much longer the pain was to continue. I would have been the guy in the back row of the theater groaning every time one of these poor widdle boys dug himself into a hole and then waxed poetic.I have this visceral feeling of...oh sorry, it's just indigestion.

steveabramson I picked up the DVD copy of "Drift" yesterday not knowing a thing about this latest entry into the gay genre. As a gay man, I constantly get frustrated by how homosexuals are not always presented as normal, but rather promiscuous and uncaring. Fortunately there have been some amazing exceptions to this rule lately - most notably "Big Eden" and "The Broken Hearts Club". "Drift" has now created a NEW sub-genre for gay films; I'm just not sure what that would be.Ryan (R.T. Lee) is a Canadian-Asian living in L.A. with his boyfriend of three years Joel (Greyson Payne). Ryan is a screenwriter who loves the horror genre. At a party the two meet the young virginal Leo (Jonathon Roessler) who is also a horror screenwriter. The two have this connection which would make them instant friends, and on the couples' third-year anniversary, Ryan leaves Joel.This is where "Drift" lives up to it's title and ends up duplicating much better independent films of the previous decade. That break-up becomes a starting point (it occurs about 20 minutes into the film) - and each of the next three twenty-minute segments starts over with that same scene and progresses quite differently (very reminiscent of the movie "Go" or "Sliding Doors").Each subsequent sequence has different relationship results utilizing the same characters. Worst, however, is with each scene, the characters (specifically Ryan) becomes more intolerable and causes one's own brain to start "drifting" towards anything else in the room.NOTE: Potential spoiler below... Please do NOT read if you don't want to know how this film ends...Ryan spews out lines like "A lot of it's in my head" and "turns out to be my own illusion". Had these lines been uttered a lot sooner, this film could have played out like an enjoyable version of "Pulp Fiction" (where the characters chat and overanalyze); but instead sends gay cinema back two steps - not for it's lack of trying, but rather for it's lack of sympathy towards the gay characters... ... especially since they keep talking about how "romantic" serial killers and suicide is. NOT the type of stereotype I feel is necessary in this day and age!