This movie is so goddamned frustrating.
There is a cast in this movie that makes the IMDB page look made up, practically -- the first three names that hit in the opening credits are David Bowie, Dennis Hopper and Gary Oldman. (And, seriously, Bowie as Andy Warhol is some of the most no-brainer casting ever.) You have people like Willem Dafoe and Parker Posey, actors like Christopher Walken and Benicio del Toro all popping up in this thing.
You have the entire (albeit tragically short) incredible life of the artistic Jean Michel Basquiat at your disposal, someone whose Wikipedia page alone is staggering when it comes to the wide net of connections it has and the diversity and influence of…