Postcards from London

One word - pointless. It starts out as a kind of a quirky, abstract play-like setting about a young guy who moves to the big city to make it on his own. While there he is homeless and meets up with male prostitutes who mentor him in their profession, but they only cater to highly educated men. The story really goes nowhere, just a bunch of story fragments that aren't fully developed. About 80% of the dialogue was talking about a classical artist who lived centuries ago and it just rambled on and on. Clearly this should have been a documentary about the artist without the unnecessary gay elements in a poorly thought out story.