I am very picky with my independant movie viewing but after getting past the low budget feel, allowing the characters to develop was fulfilling. Very good movie and takes you to a broke back mountain movie feel but, instead, one more of us can really relate to. Loved it!

The leads are cute but the script is terrible. Couldn't get past the flashback scenes. This is some guy's fantasy or if he remember this from his youth, he's got cognitive dissonance. No closeted guy would behave that way. The direction is terrible. Sometime why is left unsaid has more power that spelling things out.

Jayme McCabe is one sexy actor. I would do anything he asked except watch this film again. How can a film about a producer be so poorly produced, written and directed.The dialogs was so choppy, it almost seem like they were responding to voices in their head. There was not a sincere emotion in the entire film. I can watch a man cry but can't watch a man pretend to cry. The actor relied on a poorly written script for motivation and brought none of there own. I assumed at the end , the leads would find love in each others arms. However the two leads seem incapable of displaying any affection. It's just another really bad Brokeback Mountain rip-off.

I made the mistake of not screening for Jeffery London movies before adding this to my NetFlix queue. I'd rented "Before Darkness Falls" months ago. It's so bad it's not even listed in his filmography, but he just doesn't get any better with successive movies. The film concepts are all somewhat interesting, but the plots, dialogue, and acting are so bad that my husband made me fast forward through the rest of "Arizona Sky" after the first scene. How can these two 16 year old boys go camping without immediately falling on top of each other? No liquor, no pot, no sex!?! Are they Mormons?! How about putting some thought into how real people act in certain situations? At the very least they would have discussed their fears about being out alone together at the start of the scene instead of after fifteen minutes of pointless yakking. If we wanted to see "real" real life we could just listen to our families. That last statement probably gives London the excuse to say that this is what he's trying to achieve, but sorry: I don't want to see that on screen. At least my mother-in-law can act. There are worse gay movies than London's, however. Try "Windy City Incident" (better yet, don't: it's truly horrible).