You could pretty much describe this as a queer neo-noir erotic thriller about a closeted cop who freely admits he's a sex addict and gradually loses control as the story unfolds. There was a time when sleazy, sweaty, proudly trashy movies like this flourished on dangerous attraction, moral ambiguity, and people making terrible decisions beneath neon lights. This isn't one of them, though, at least not for me. It falls short in a lot of ways and, honestly, never managed to hold my attention. The main problem is that the plot becomes so convoluted and confusing that massive parts of it simply stop making sense. Aiden is a Sydney cop trying his hardest not to masturbate because he's dealing with some kind of sex addiction and has persuaded himself that abstinence makes him physically stronger as well as a better cop. He takes it so seriously that, midway through the movie, he actually buys a chastity cage. He's assigned to a unit policing the queer district, where his lesbian boss tells him to go undercover as a gay man at a gay club because overdose deaths around the area are rising. There he meets Cody, a young twink who works at this shady bar and is controlled by Fat Frankie, a local drug dealer, pimp, crime boss, and drag queen all in one. While still desperately trying to suppress his urges, Aiden begins falling for Cody as he's pulled deeper into the murky, morally gray politics of this entire underworld. The pair start attending various drug fueled parties in an…