"RUSH used to rap?"
"Everyone raps. It's the 90s."
The experimental cinema of our generation. The 70s had Stan Brakhage running up a hill in slow motion. We have a James Spader impersonator chased down the neon streets of LA by a pop and locker.
"Hey! It's Sleeping with the Enemies' Julia Roberts!"
"Yea, she won't leave my couch because she's really been sleeping with the enemy."
A so-called homage to the 90s Yuppie thriller, this is really a deconstruction of a terrible generation and the wreckage they've left behind. There are faint wisps of a narrative, and endless references to the detritus of 90s culture (No Fear!), but Writer/Director Damon Packard laughs in your face if you try to grasp it. It slowly goes mad until the film itself has rioted in an explosion of computer-generated fire and screams of "NEW JACK CITY! NEW JACK CITY! NEW JACK CITY!"