In real life, Michael Alig was a nobody from the Midwest who moved to New York in the 1980s, decided to become absolutely fabulous, and did. He became a nightclub impresario, the "king of the club kids," who reigned over bacchanalian fests with names like "Bloodfeast," did more drugs than a half-dozen Studio 54 habitues, and murdered his dealer, leaving the corpse around his apartment for a few days before hacking it up and dumping the mess into the river. It's nice to see Macauley Culkin working again.

The closest thing to a best friend that Alig had was James St. James (Seth Green), a trust fund kid with pretenses of writing the Great American Novel but who dulled the agony of his writer's block with endless clubbing and drugging. Sauntering about the streets of New York in a collection of designer trash togs, James was the role model for Alig when he first came to town. When Alig started making a name for himself, throwing parties at Limelight for easily-charmed Peter Gatien (Dylan McDermott in a fierce eyepatch), he put together a band of self-created "superstars" decked out in baroque costumes, modeled on Warhol's Factory of people who were famous for being famous, and James was the biggest; after Alig, of course. "I didn't want to be like the drearies and normals," he says, "I wanted to create a world full of color, where everyone could play. One big party that never ends."

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