Trashy, tawdry and exploitative, Games People Play: New York is a shameless reality-TV style sex jaunt, disguised as a top-this game show where one of six sexy young actors wins a $10,000 pot for essentially acting more successfully while naked than the other five. In an unwieldy mix of sex and secrets, they confess their pain before dropping their clothes in the next (and prior) scene. I loved just about every damn minute of it.

The games begin as filmmaker James Ronald Whitney (Just, Melvin) stages an open casting call where beautiful New York actors, to engage in sexually explicit auditions until six likable players are selected. Watching the naked group auditions, one wonders just how much they knew they were getting themselves into.

The games people are playing here include soliciting strangers for urine samples, seducing delivery boys, a naked casting couch and picking up a third party for a hotel room "naked trio." The six are remarkably confident and often charismatic, emboldened by the film’s anything-goes proposition and trivial cash prize.

The most memorable of the "actors" are winning, likeable athlete Josh Coleman, who displays uncommon sensitivity for this type of venture, and David Maynard, a perfect physical specimen who is increasingly jaded in his interviews. Pert Sarah Smith is endearingly damaged in her confessionals and an entertaining exhibitionist.

Aided by therapist Dr. Gilda Carle, Whitney stages the games and confessions mechanically, and ultimately fails to show any real relation between the psychobabble and the participation in such obvious extremes. The garden variety issues plaguing the contestants include eating disorders, sexual promiscuity, Tourette’s Syndrome, molestation, murder, prostitution and so on. He ends up saying much more about just how far struggling actors will go for a part (even a pretty lame one), offering plenty of manipulation and titillation that culminates in a so-so final twist that I didn’t see coming.

It’s hard to know just what to make of this film, with its cheap sex come-ons, dirty tricks and snickering malice. Complete with horrible original songs that mock the supposed seriousness of the confessionals, Games People Play: New York isn’t really a good film by any stretch, and a closing coda suggests it’s more of a TV series pitch than a movie.

But it is undeniably watchable, fast-paced nonsense and frequently very funny in its own peekaboo way. As we watch each increasingly raunchy scenario unfold, it’s a treat to see just how unself-conscious these six are at exposing their bodies and themselves for the sake of something so obviously crass, and so crassly entertaining.

Guilty pleasure, guilty as charged.