"Help yourself to anything", the owners of a gorgeous suburban home tell complete strangers, forgetting to add, "But don't knock on the walls" where they find a ton of money. Just meeting the two party crashers who just happened to be driving by as one of their sisters was heading inside. "It's like Donald Trump threw up," one of the two says as they decide to feel momentarily rich, tossing large bills around until interrupted with the news that the home owners were killed while traveling. I guess you're supposed to root for the two gay guys because they are cute and in love and the sister and her husband are absolutely annoying, the sister in particularly as dumb as Space Mountain after closing.The likable but often flighty Randy Harrison made the most of bad writing on "Queer as Folk", and if there is any consistency, he does the same here where at least his character doesn't change suddenly as Justin did on QAF. But are him and loving husband Michael Urie so naive to think that they could get away with breaking and entering, take the money and run to make love, and not find repercussions? With Harrison's obnoxious sister suspicious, local law enforcement and even organized crime involved, they are up the Los Angeles River without a baton. Their constant referral to their labor doodles as their babies reminded me with great distaste of Robert Morley obsessing over his pink poodles in "Theater of Blood".Not one laugh hits as I struggled to find something positive to write. I've seen young Harrison on stage in several New York productions (in "Wicked" and "Harbor"), but unfamiliar with Urie, I wanted to find them believable. Their characters seem more early 20's in maturity than the mid '30s of the actors. Several gay cult performers have cameos in the duo's efforts to give the money to charity, yet the attempt at laughs just made me sneer. In addition to a plot that makes no sense, the paint by number stereotypes just further pulled it down. Practically every male character seems to have crawled out of West Hollywood's 24 Hr. Fitness rather than attending necessary acting classes, making me wonder if the person who got this off the ground simply went gym hopping or spent a weekend afternoon doing casting searches on Santa Monica Blvd's "Fun-day Sunday".

It's amazing that so many people could be so bad all at the same time.A totally lame script. Dialogue that is straight out of community theater. Bad lighting and tacky sets. It looks like they spent as little as possible. There's even a banker who smokes at his desk while waiting on clients. Really? The entire cast seems to be bored to tears. There is simply no energy at all. It's like watching the living dead sometimes. Very disappointed in Randy Harrison. He is lifeless and wooden. Unfortunately he has aged and not for the good. If this is typical of what he is now as an actor I have to say his best days are behind him. It appears his talents were limited to being 20 something, blonde, and will to take his clothes off. Pass. Fail! 2 stars because they all showed up.

What an intolerable film!! I could only finish it by increasing the playback speed by 100% !!! Randy Harrison's pace of delivery was a special form of torture. I don't know if it was his acting style, or the writing, or the directing! Probably all three! Such a pity considering the caliber of the cast and the promise the plot held. We should have definitely seen more of Ana Ortiz and Scott Wolf - their story lines were a LOT juicier than that of flat-lining Alex and Richard.Definitely give this movie a very big miss.

Two points each for Randy Harrison and Michael Urie who are cute as hell and somehow invest their stereotypical gay characters with a degree of conviction that this movie in no way deserves. If one were being generous one might say that Such Good People is a well-intentioned homage to the screwball comedy. It has stashes of hidden money, kidnapped dogs, priceless antiques, inept hit men, befuddled cops and all manner of laborious misunderstandings and double deceptions. Sadly, none of it is quite smart enough or quite funny enough to warrant any suspension of disbelief. So the madcap antics never cease to seem contrived and unbelievable, and the plot never really gathers momentum and generates its own crazed logic, as a screwball comedy should. But, hey, as gay screwball comedies go, it's at least a worthy effort.