Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

One of my all time favorites.

Good concept, poorly executed.

To all those who have watched it: I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do.

Following the minor success of all-girl teen witch flick THE CRAFT, David DeCoteau made his own Z-grade spin on the franchise in THE BROTHEROOD. These are gay-friendly horror flicks in which female cast members barely feature. DeCoteau is too busy shooting his young male models lounging around in their boxer shorts or getting up to some mischievous hijinks as part of a longevity cult. The British title of the film is I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU and it sounds like something DeCoteau might have said to his male cast members during audition.Needless to say that this is a surprising production in that it manages to be sleazy and tame at the same time. Certainly the constant ogling of the young male bodies is off-putting although vaguely enlightening given the amount of films that chronicle female flesh. Sadly, the homoerotic stuff is the only real content this movie has, as nobody was really interested in telling a proper story.As usual, the acting is horrible from these planks of wood masquerading as breakout stars, and the script is dumb beyond belief. Every dialogue scene rings hollow and there's a general feeling of falsity in the air. Add in an almost entire lack of story and incident and you have a bomb of a film. Incredibly, no less than five sequels followed this mess.

I stepped into the story with a third of the running time passed & seemingly nothing vital to the story had yet occurred. A 30 second flashback near the end wrapped the missing part up nicely. Any brief outline wraps up the entire movie as well, for that matter. The president of a vampiric college fraternity needs to occupy a new body every century or he'll die as will his brethren. His victim manages to sabotage the plan in the final 15 minutes of the movie. The end. I don't want to examine the illogicalities of the present vampire mythology; you can't enjoy a vampire movie without accepting that part of the story. However, there's plenty left to pick out of this corpse. The bright illumination & the sets somehow reminded me of 1990's video erotica, the cast consisted of annoying Baywatch stereotypes with the acting talent of wooden dolls & every opportunity to insert some flesh or gore into the pelicule (classic lifesavers for crummy B-movies) was thoroughly waisted. Overall the feeling occupies the middle ground between gay horror-erotica & the Worst of Buffy. This could've been a film loaded with evil charisma, Freudian subtlety & psychological confusion from the part of the victim ...plus some nudity & blood where fit. I've never seen THE LOST BOYS but no doubt it's a superior treatment of the same theme. As a final remark, the plot served one so-called twist: the female sidekick is a traitor. She happened to be the one out of 3 "heroes" to carry an invitation to the Brotherhood's party where the first contacts are established, wasn't that a hint ?

I made myself sit through this BS straight-to-video for what reason again? Boy...well, 1st off, I have no problem with the gay communities throughout the world, but god...some other user had it penned correctly as a homoerotic flic disguised as a horror film. I mean, there's nothing very scary about it.THIS MOVIE NEEDS TO BE SPOILED! Therefore, basically GQ models who form a fraternity try to get the new hot stud on campus into there lair of bloodsucking...but they're not vampires. (?) whatever...they are led into the frat parties they hold by some annoying actress (whose disinterest in her role comes through in her delivery) and later reveal that the other brothers are in the fraternity to act as catalysts for the main guy's spirit to live in after his time on earth is through. gaw...This movie gets a 2/10 from me because the later Brotherhood sequels are pure 0/10. Even this one has a better-looking evil lead. That gives it the 2 points...and the original musical score that is reused in the sequels first got played here. Good god, throw it away and damage every copy in your neighborhood video store!

Working with a minimum budget and an agenda to provide mild homoerotic thrills for the PG-13 market, DeCoteau has hired a group of young wannabe actors, particularly male-underwear model types to populate his youth-oriented horror films. The quality of the productions are reasonable, given the funding and target audience, but the material definitely needs to sway more in the direction of the soft-core erotic thrillers that populate the cable airways featuring the likes of Shannon Tweed, Krista Allen and the like. If you're going to simply provide a plot premise around an excuse to titillate audiences with well-built ingenues, then you can certainly turn up the heat without getting offensive or any more exploitive. The substance of this and DeCoteau's similar projects is not yet interesting enough to warrant not pushing the homoerotic content a bit further. Bradley Stryker's physique is about the only gratifying aspect of this particular production, and his shirtless screen time is not significant enough.