Main cast: Khalid Karim (Aaron) and Stephen Huszar (M)
Director: Robert W Gray

I have no idea what genre Entropic fits in. It’s a pretty out there movie.

To start off, Stephen Huszar is a very pretty man, with a caveat: the stubble stays on. Shave him clean, and his hotness is drastically reduced by half, at least. At any rate, to get this movie, I must buy the premise that his character, just called M here, is so pretty that everyone, man or woman, wants him bad. Well, let me boot up Mr Huszar’s Instagram and have a nice look. Okay, I can buy that, provided the stubble stays on, and luckily, it does here.

The clothes do not, though, and there is much rejoicing in the land. There is no clear full frontal, and he is clearly wearing underwear in one scene when he lifts his leg high, but for the most clad, he is clad only with a small towel around his waist to give the illusion that he’s naked underneath. Hey, everything else, even the rear end, is in display, so here’s one extra oogie just for that.

M has an unusual request. He seeks out his old friend Aaron, and asks Aaron to help in with it: M wants to be knocked out for the most part of the day, via injection of some kind of serum from Aaron, and Aaron will supervise to ensure that no harm comes to the unconscious M. In the meantime, they will take appointments for various people to come in to do whatever they want to the unconscious M, all under the watchful eye of Aaron.

So that’s this movie in a nutshell: an array of deranged and pathetic people molesting, raping, touching themselves, waiting, crying, and moaning over an unconscious near-naked bloke. What is M doing this? Well, the reason, when it is revealed, makes my eyes roll so hard that they always become permanently dislodged in my eye sockets. I won’t spoil the reason, but I can only wonder whether Aaron is the producer, director, and screenwriter Robert W Gray’s self insert and the whole movie is his revenge fantasy against some hot guy that jilted his affections in the past.

Some people, probably good friends or pseudonyms of Mr Gray, claim gushingly that this movie is a cathartic examination of the things one says and does in the face of an unrequited crush. Well, for that and the fundamental premise of this movie to work, I have to accept Aaron as what that tiresome wretch constantly bleats as being: someone supposedly very plain. I dare folks reading this to look up pics of Khalid Karim and tell me with a straight face that the fellow is plain looking.

So what I get is a good-looking man bleating that he’s plain in a most disingenuous way, and worse, this fellow is useless. He can barely utter a complete sentence here, and for the most part he just puts on this constipated-sad-puppy face in a most nerve-grating manner. He can’t even protect M properly as he is easily cowed by “clients” that want to kick and hurt the unconscious M. Yet, I’m supposed to buy that this waste of carbon material is supposed to be the driving force of the universe where M is concerned. No, doesn’t work—if I have to buy Aaron, I’m returning him ASAP and I don’t even need the refund; just take that horrible thing out of my hands, thanks.

Entropic is only deep and meaningful in the way that any wayward film school student is desperate to pass off their very mediocre effort as something profound. The whole thing is just an excuse to have various people ogle and fondle Stephen Huszar’s near-naked body. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but come on, this is like porn with way too much plot. Mr Gray completely misses the point, and I believe he misses the plot and everything else too.