The New York club scene of the 80s and 90s was a world like no other. Into this candy-colored, mirror ball playground stepped Michael Alig, a wannabe from nowhere special. Under the watchful eye of veteran club kid James St. James, Alig quickly rose to the top... and there was no place to go but down.
You haven't seen this many outrageous costumes since the Halloween parade on Cedar Springs.
– Chris Vognar,
Dallas Morning News,
6 Nov 2003
rotten:
In the end, for all the vibrancy, there's not much there there. Maybe that's the point, but I doubt it.
– Lisa Kennedy,
Denver Post,
7 Nov 2003
rotten:
We begin the film not knowing what brought Michael and James together. We end, after a too-long 98 minutes, precisely the same way.
– Moira MacDonald,
Seattle Times,
14 Nov 2003
rotten:
A mess.
– Eric Harrison,
Houston Chronicle,
5 Dec 2003
rotten:
It's the drunk-guy- at-the-party syndrome: The only one truly entertained by the clown with the lamp shade on his head is the clown with the lamp shade on his head -- or folks similarly inebriated.