Sigh. Here we have stereotyping and shallow laughs passed off as a celebration of diversity and bisexuality acceptance.
Tag: JL Merrow
This is not a thrilling spy romance. It’s just one guy constantly whining and wringing his hands all the time.
It’s hard to care when the main guy is unbelievably “on” and sarcastic all the time, regardless of context.
This one is alright. Not the worst, not the best either.
Gay werewolves shouldn’t be this dull, surely.