I was up all night coughing and this came on Sundance Channel. The first five minutes I was slackjawed — I couldn’t believe how awful this movie was. Then I realized the cold medicine had made my brain slow. It was satire. “Like 90210 on Acid” says the tagline, though “Frankie and Annette on Crystal Meth” might be more appropriate. Completely plotless, we meet a group of dopey Angeleno kids on their way to a big party. There are some great deadpan moments as well as some ridiculously over-the-top ones. The scenes manage to be both deviant and sweet, in the best John Waters tradition. There’s blood, drugs, aliens, suicide, vulgarity, tenderness, John Ritter and more. One thing that stunned me was just how *dated* the movie is. Who knew 1997 had its own look? Indeed: the sets, costumes, and such and such are fun.
