| Wednesday, January 31, 2001 |
 | Just seen: Nowhere. I think I am in love with Gregg Araki. I don't know if any of them would thank me, but this film feels like a high-speed, hallucinatory whirl through the world of a west-coast Dennis Cooper, seen with PP Hartnett's eyes. Yes, I know, it's the slightly upmarket equivalent of "Lee Evans is like Norman Wisdom....on acid". So shoot me.
But seriously, folks, this is a work of chaotic but intermittently phenomenal beauty, and incredibly funny to boot. And it has perhaps the finest collection of stars ever assembled, almost all of whom have clearly been selected because they are the relatives of faded stars (Jordan Ladd, who must every so often have to say, "Mom, the only films of yours I can remember even vaguely are the ones I was in as well", Scott Caan, but sadly no space for Jake Busey, Hollywood's mightiest man) or faded stars (Stacy Keanan, John Ritter), or features of the pop culture landscape (Rose McGowan, Traci Lords and Shannen Doherty, all of whom are vaporised by a froglike alien - rock on).
You must see this film. Or you must avoid this film. I really can't decide for you.
0 Comments:
| |
