Danny is your average Brooklyn party boy. This year, he and his friends couldn’t be more excited about one of Brooklyn’s biggest parties. While the night starts out fun, it quickly takes a turn for the worst when Danny is attacked by a stranger.

One year ago on the night of the famous Brooklyn Annual Enema Party (“where you come to get douched and dance”), Danny was assaulted and his club-kid and drag queen friends kicked the assailant to death. Or so they thought. Now, they are being terrorized by a buff man in a unicorn mask. Is this revenge?

Our heroes band together to fight this new menace, with the power of social media and a look.

This movie made me gay.

Well, not really, that’s a ship that sailed long ago, but gurllll this is the gayest non-porn I have seen since the original Queer as Folk.

This film is clearly made by a bunch of people playing themselves as characters, a group of friends unless I miss my guess. I can imagine a drug- and alcohol-fueled brainstorming session where each in turn adds a apart until one day the film is made. It is fun, funny, and has a reality (vérité, is how the film students put it) Hollywood studio films can only dream of.

“Why are you on Grindr when there is a severed head in your closet?” — Puppypup

It is also a turkey. Lovingly so, mind you. It is what it aspires to be: a kitschy murder vengeance tale of drug-addled Brooklyn queens, starring drug-addled Brooklyn queens. There is not a whisper of over-waxed gym bunny Hollywood in this film. These are all characters you could meet on any Saturday night at one of the raunchier gay bars. Well, minus the killer, I suppose. Maybe.

This is a fun, funny queer-B horror flick to watch with friends over cocktails, and you don’t have to be gay to like it — but it probably helps.

And it beats the shit out of Curse of the Queerwolf.