There is a lot of good to Holding Trevor, the new fag flick debuting at Starz Film Center on Friday. Really, there is. But sadly a few key flaws drop what could have been an five star film to a meager C.

Being a believer in positive reinforcement, let’s start with the good stuff. First, as we said earlier, the dialogue amongst friends Trevor, Jake and Andie is well written and true to life, but perhaps better executed. And later when Trevor meets Effrin, the chemistry between the two is real — if not by their body language (they make kissing sexy again) — the words exchanged between the two make it seem they really do like each other.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s rewind and go over the plot for just a moment. Trevor, Jake and Andie are all 20-somethings living in L.A. (quite comfortably at that). Trevor works at a call center, Jake is a singer-songwriter, trying to make his big break, and Andie designs clothes in her home shared with Trevor. I don’t think she has a real job, which lends to her drinking tendencies quite well.

In the first 30 seconds we learn that Trevor has a boyfriend, a heroin-addict who has a bad habit of overdosing. Trevor puts Darrel in re-hab, again, only to finally learn his friends have had enough. Later, rather than sooner, so does Trevor. Conveniently, Trevor meets Effrin, a hot doctor, who is all but ready to end the troubles of Trevor’s life. But of course, in any coming of age film, it’s never that simple is it?

Honestly, the fag hag, Andie, steals the show. Between her great sub-plot twist and excellent execution of an emotionally unavailable woman surrounded by gays and their drama, (yes, it takes talent to play a fag hag) Andie, played by Melissa Searing, is probably the only person you end up having any sort of empathy for by the closing credits.

Jake, played by Jay Brannan, also brings some sophistication (or is sophomoricism?) to the cast. He gets some of the best lines and it’s his original song that bridges the movie from beginning to end.

But here in lies the problem. The end of the movie leaves one dumbfounded. The decisions made by Trevor and Effrin (Brent Gorski, he also wrote and produced the film, and Eli Kranski) leave you wondering, “WTF!?”

I’m not typically the boy asking for a happy ending, but this film certainly could have used one.

In the end, to “really” get the film (i.e. themes, motifs, moral of the story) you have to think really, really hard. But then again, maybe understanding life at 25 is really, really hard, too.

So, what’s verdict? If you want to take a break from the bars, this wouldn’t be a bad movie to see with a few of your more “artsy” friends. This is, however, not a date movie.