Thinly conceived and thoroughly shallow, writer-director Wayne Price's mockumentary chronicles the rise and fall of celebrity doorman Trevor W (co-writer Lucas Akoskin).
Handsome, stylish and charmingly exotic – what is that accent? – Trevor has perfected the art of the door. He's not a bouncer – he conceives of himself as something more like a DJ who mixes club-going crowds to Saturday night perfection. In what passes for humor, the preternaturally poised Trevor is a klutz in yoga class and eats like a famished wolverine, all the while declaring that he knows everyone and, more important, everyone knows him. His unrequited arrogance is no doubt why ...