"I am not addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to glamour."
Blissed-out films like this don't get made often. Green/Culkin simultaneously at their best and worst. Christina is the single greatest thing Marilyn Manson has ever done in his career.
I was watching an interview with James St. James a few weeks ago where he was talking about how in the era of NYC club kids, you'd party directly next to Andy Warhol, and anyone who wants to make a name for themselves could do it. Mini celebrities were everywhere. I love him (even if his current state of doing YouTube videos is a bit... disillusioning), I barely knew anything about Alig, and was that Amanda Lepore?
This really was made for gay people in such a joyous fashion, and at no point does it pander to its audience. It's a celebration. I love it so much.