What a clump of enthralling personalities. First there’s the duck-faced schlup Michael exhibiting as much acting prowess as Fred Savage in The Wonder Years, Michael’s insidiously overbearing boyee-fwend David, the disgraceful Brian who looks like something that stalks humans in the forests of Jurassic Park, two excruciating lesbian heterosexuals and that little blonde rag doll whatshisname. Queer As Folk II provides the perfect soundtrack to this maize picnic: an empty, directionless mishmash of generic, whitewash gay anthems. Bloody anthems. Wave your fucking hands in the air.