CAST: Jason Schwartzman, John Leguizamo, Mena Suvari, Brittany Murphy, Mickey Rourke, Patrick Fugit, Peter Stormare, Alexis Arquette, Chloe Hunter, Eric Roberts

DIRECTOR: Jonas Akerlund



Jason Schwartzman on a real bad trip
Can this thumbsucker be saved?

Swedish music-video auteur Jonas Akerlund makes the leap to the big screen with this close- up of a flock of speed-freaks floating in a clueless daze through sun-bleached, brain-dead California. Front and center is rumpled drop-out Ross (Jason Schwartzman), who pines for a lost love, but not so much that he passes up the opportunity for a little recreational S&M with a stripper whom he then gags and handcuffs to his bed for a few days while he runs errands for The Cook, a specialist in dynamite drugs.

Here’s what you'll want to know: Is the maestro’s debut feature film anywhere near the sick fun of his infamous "Smack My Bitch Up"? And the answer to that question might possibly be found in this merrily morbid montage: a pair of way-stoned narcs (Peter Stormare and Alexis Arquette) drive up to the shabby house of the even more stoned dealer, Spider Mike (John Leguizamo), where they plan to stage a major drug bust. What they don’t know, however, is that Spider Mike is at this very moment having phone sex with a bored lesbian (Deborah Harry) while masturbating feverishly into a filthy sock. Meanwhile, in the next room, Spider Mike's goony, perpetually constipated girlfriend (Mena Suvari) is doggedly raping a frail teenager (Patrick Fugit) who has more pimples than there are stars in Hollywood. So, naturally, when the cops come Keystoning in, someone is bound to get shot in the balls. Literally.

And here's a little something you might want to know about the bug-eyed, sewer-mouthed freak affectionately referred to as The Cook. Played with poignant solemnity by Mickey Rourke, The Cook is on the verge of accidentally blowing his funky methamphetamine factory to smithereens. Hey, are we winning the war on drugs, or what? That’s a question this dopey, psycho-delic, morally challenged mess manages to ignore. Just as you’ll manage to ignore "Spun."