This is an early-90s film, and that context genuinely matters when you watch it. It was probably fairly talked about in its day. It's a murder mystery erotic thriller that's somehow both dramatic and utterly ridiculous, and the sheer absurdity actually made me laugh a few times before I had to remind myself that logic clearly wasn't much of a concern for filmmakers back then. David, the central character, is deeply messed up and genuinely cruel, yet you still feel sorry for him because he's obviously a victim of sexual abuse who never processed any of it and instead inflicts that pain on everyone around him in the most horrible ways possible.The movie starts with the brutal murder of a naked man. We then meet David, a young man who has just left boarding school after a teacher dies, almost certainly the murder we have just seen. He arrives at his wealthy mother's beautiful oceanfront home to spend time with her and her boyfriend, Paul. They both keep trying to push David into socializing, meeting girls, and making friends, but he has no interest in any of it. Paul quickly realizes David is gay, whereas his mother simply refuses to acknowledge it. David begins spending time with a pair of hippie guys, already making both his mother and Paul uneasy, and when they start asking him for money and taunting him over his denial of his sexuality, he pushes them to their deaths. Paul becomes convinced that David is responsible, while the mother remains entirely oblivious. David later befriends Tony…