OK, so let’s start with that title shall we? It’s awesome isn’t it? And I mean that in the untrue, full-on, bodacious 1980’s meaning of the word. It’s bloody ridiculous and very cool, but can the filler live up to the label?
…well…sort of…
OK, so let’s start with that title shall we? It’s awesome isn’t it? And I mean that in the untrue, full-on, bodacious 1980’s meaning of the word. It’s bloody ridiculous and very cool, but can the filler live up to the label?
…well…sort of…
Bret Easton Ellis has a habit of taking us on tours of glossy 80s locales, but where his books offer a set of stylish short tales with an engrossing narrative – not to mention the odd vampire – here we get the arse-end of the 80s dream. A bloated, drug-addled corpse of a movie that comes off like Robert Altman directing MTVs The Hills.