Party Monster (2003)
The drugs, the sex, the humiliation, the murder… just another night in the 1990s, woo-hoo!

The drugs, the sex, the humiliation, the murder… just another night in the 1990s, woo-hoo!

If you are looking for a movie equivalent of a MMF romance, this is it, complete with explicit stuff. It’s Argentinian, after all.

The fault in our lungs.

Ooh, a two-hour montage of Brad Pitt looking all angst-pretty under flattering hues!

Quentin Tarantino touches himself excitedly while directing this eye-rolling self-congratulatory waste of almost three hours.

This is a lovely Lifetime movie masquerading as something more arty-farty.

I could have died from embarrassment and cringe overload while watching this.

Volcano explodes, people die, and I yawn.

Two men take one day out of a year to indulge in man-on-man-loving. What can go wrong?

This is brotherly love – and it’s exactly what you are thinking – in ballet-gobbledygook-whatever form.
