Latin Boys Go to Hell

Troyano fills the screen with torrid Latino passions, rampant sexual confusion, beautifully bronzed flesh, a vicious killer, the Virgin of Guadeloupe and enough jealousy, revenge and pop culture excesses to satisfy any fan of early Almódovar. Justin is a cute teen closet case living with his mother in East Brooklyn. He finds his hormones kicked into overdrive when his sexy cousin Angel arrives for an extended stay. But the swaggering Angel soon falls for Andrea (a photographer who specializes in erotic portraits of Hispanic men) instead of his panting cousin. What's a horny Latino teen to do? Adding to the spicy cauldron of youthful passions is Carlos (who has the hots for Justin) and Braulio (an exceptionally troubled young man) who in turn loves the philandering Carlos.

Taking its cue from Mexican soap operas, this very un-serious potboiler delivers some funny scenes and some appetizing skin.

"Latin Boys Go to Hell has ingenuously amateurish performances and a wobbly screenplay whose dialogue is often as blunt and purple as the scrawl inside a cartoon balloon. But that's partly the point. The characters live and breathe a culture that exalts erotic passion over everything else. Even the religious icons scattered among the wall-to-wall movie-star photos in Justin's room have a seductively sexy glow. In an environment so consumed with romantic obsession, the difference between heaven and hell seems only a matter of degree. Too much heaven can land you in hell."
-Stephen Holden, The New York Times