In what may have been an entertaining return to the old-Hollywood days when stars were routinely rechristened and kept under contract, Lockhart was allowed to boff whomever he satisfied on-camera, yet couldn’t do as such as Brent Corrigan. That nom de porn was intelligently copyrighted by Cobra Video magnate Kocis, a rural Svengali half-thoughtfully played by Christian Slater who lured “twinks” (exchange slang for yummy young fellows) into engaging in sexual relations on camera from his unremarkable Pennsylvania home.
Alluded to here as Stephen, Kocis wasn’t exactly so smart about checking Lockhart’s ID. The chap was only 17 when he made his first video a key subtle element in the hands-on maker’s demise, in spite of the fact that 25-going-on-40 Clayton makes an unconvincing minor, gloating an Alec Baldwin-like perma-shadow where his peach fluff ought to be. While unmistakably resolved to make groups of onlookers squirm, chief Kelly demonstrates an unreasonable sort of appreciation for Lockhart, selecting not to depict him as the wide-looked at naif, the way Mark Wahlberg so winningly typified Dirk Diggler in “Boogie Nights,” but instead as a misinformed artiste.