Shampoo Horns Reviews

A thoroughly incoherent trip through the never-never land of the Manhattan club scene, courtesy of NYC's glittering tribe of night-crawling club kids. Long after the sun goes down -- shortly before it comes up, in fact -- the flaming creatures of Manhattan's nightclub demimonde emerge, crossed-dressed to the nines and fashionably trashed on various powders and pills. They're the lost, bastard children of Andy Warhol: Self-proclaimed superstars who insist on fame and demand attention simply by declaring their own fabulousness. Their mecca is the Limelight, a former Chelsea church turned nightclub, where the drugs of choice are cocaine, ecstasy and an occasional bump of heroin. The scary designer-drug Special K and the resultant K-hole are to be avoided at all costs. There's not much plot to director Manuel Toledano's portrait of all this trashy glamour, just a lot of characters who rush about frantically looking for one another. The celebutantes are mostly played by the real-life club kids themselves, including one speedy and slurred performance by Michael Alig, the infamous party promoter who is currently serving time for the murder and dismemberment of a fellow club kid. Those close to the scene will probably have a fun time friend-spotting, but the uninitiated will only be irritated by the film's lack of structure and poor performances. (Actor's note: Oral-piercings will only make bad delivery worse.) There are one or two good bits and the cinematography is surprisingly adept, but Toledano makes such a mess of time and continuity that the whole thing winds up in a K-hole of its own making.