I rented this movie on DVD recently because of the jacket art. It featured a scorchingly hot young man with muscles, a hairy chest and piercing eyes. So I grabbed it.
Although the aforementioned stud is featured throughout in a prominent role, most of the film focuses on the maudlin, politically correct and rather womanish babble of a clique of NYC potheads. While none of them is particularly attractive or interesting, we follow their daily lives closely...a waste of film.
Adding to the turn-off is the obligatory, 21st century insistence on forcing interracial relationships on us (blacks or mulattoes making out with whites). This forced, political message further derails the film.
Overall, "Cyclone" reminds me of one of those neighborhood theater plays one sees in the Midwest: an amateur effort with unlikely dialog, poor timing and some rocky performances.
The hot stud on the DVD cover is the film's only saving grace. Aside from providing eye candy, he does the best anyone could with the hokey, improbable dialog. They should have built a different story around him with fewer supporting characters, a stronger plot and a more surprising outcome.
Not horrible, but not as good as the DVD cover art made it look.