Metrosexuality is cobbled together from a cult British television series and, as tattooed dancers cavort in skimpy underwear across the screen in the opening credits, the suspicion grows that we are not about to watch another episode of Masterpiece Theater.
Nor, in all candor, are we about to witness anything remotely close to a masterpiece. The tempo of this in-your-face soap opera makes the average rock video seem painfully sedate, and it's one of those love-it-or-hate-it propositions. Metrosexuality is occasionally amusing, but it's probably best watched episode by episode. Put them all together in a movie and the result is ultimately wearing.