It’s the early eighties and Bret – rich, privileged, highly emotionally erratic – lives pretty much alone in LA where he is a senior at a private school in Buckley. His largely one-dimensional friends are also rich, tan, toned, staggeringly beautiful, totally amoral and lightly – and sometimes less lightly – buzzed on coke or Quaaludes or their parents’ valium. They spend their time cruising around LA in their BMW convertibles, going to parties and having sex with each other. Bret is gay but has a beautiful and fabulous wealthy girlfriend, whose father is a movie producer who Bret has sex with in the hope that he might take on the screenplays he is writing.
Then a new student, Robert Mallory, appears on the scene and Bret starts thinking that he might be the Trawler, a serial killer preying on local teens in a horrifically gruesome fashion. A young man with whom Bret was having a secret relationship is found dead, sending Bret into spirals of psychosis and paranoia.
