We all know that you can take the boy out of the country but not the country out of the boy, but it’s still titillating to watch the extremes of sex, drugs, narcissism, and debauchery that John (Jonathan Wade Drahos, who looks and sounds disconcertingly like Clint Eastwood), the hayseed hero of this Dirk Shafer film, undergoes before he learns that lesson. A cop in a "conservative community" in backwoods Illinois, John is encouraged to relocate to the fleshpots of LA, where he is quickly drawn into the circuit-party scene, what one participant describes as "the gay man’s Super Bowl," in which thousands writhe in a bacchanalia of Special K, steroid-bulked bodies, disco balls, and a hedonism verging on masochism. Subplots involving HIV- infected porn star Bobby (Paul Lekakis), cosmetic-surgery-addicted hustler Hector (Andre Khabbazi), and aspiring comedienne (she was also John’s high-school sweetheart) Nina (Kiersten Warren) pale before the exhausting revelries of the Red, Blue, and White Parties (an allusion to Kiéslowski? — I think not), in which John loses first innocence and then consciousness before redeeming himself. Shafer feels the need to redeem his voyeurism with the moralism and sentimentality of a filmmaker who’s just a country boy at heart. (120 minutes)