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5.0 out of 5 stars
Harrowing, Hysterical Emptiness, January 25, 2001
Recommending this film outright may cost moderate karma and so I must clear the air up front with a warning about emptiness. Everybody feels emptiness, and that includes directors, producers and writers. Emptiness is the motor of this film, it's raison d'etre; to enjoy it, one needs a comfortable relationship with emptiness--not just one's own, one also needs a willingness to indulge the emptiness of others.If you're smart and post-hip, you'll love this movie, particularly if you live in or have resided in California. In one scene, the dialogue of the actors is drowned out by the drone of a passing jet engine. Marvelous, mind-warbling timing througout, and a cast of actors who all seem to be of the same nervous, half-starved c-list agency. One cannot dismiss the vision of their collective sketchy thinness and lusty smile. It's Malibu exploitation in the tradition of "Valley of the Dolls"--and without a single bare breast, the movie exudes a wonderful, tight-underwear sexuality. Rating, 5 of 5 if filing under Cult, Midnite of Wowie, or Hooterfudge.
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