The nicest thing to say about this first feature from Jules Stewart, formerly a script supervisor, is that it contains no noticeable continuity errors. As for the story itself, and the direction thereof… er, um, did you know that Jules Stewart, in addition to being a veteran script supervisor, is also Kristen Stewart’s mom? Maybe we should talk about that? Hm. Nothing to say there either, really. So, fine: The movie is a jailhouse pulp thriller, or maybe a comedy, with evident aspirations to cult status but no inspiration or discipline. Goran Visnjic plays a party-happy record producer who for some reason finds himself incarcerated in a forlorn LGBT cellblock. Other inmates include a delicate creature called Butterfly (Portia Doubleday, seeming freshly poached from some very ambitious high-school Shakespeare production); her hulking rapist, Detroit (Tommy “Tiny” Lister); and, the queen of the block, a transsexual very misleadingly known as Mousey (Kate del Castillo). The presiding closeted corrupt cop is played by D.B. Sweeney as a petty, evil brat with hair like Hitler’s. Much kitsch and boilerplate conflict ensues; less in the way of reasons to keep watching. All the energy that went into K-11‘s over-calculated camp might better have been channeled into picking a tone, or a plot, or developing at least one character to the point of interest. Visnjic treats his material sincerely, but the tradeoff to not seeming above it is not seeming above it.