Shame on you, Bret Easton Ellis.
This film is most likely one of the worst things in the world. Not simply one of the worst films, but all things in general.
Lindsay was awful. In fact, all the acting was awful. The directing, the editing, the script... everything was painful.
Five minutes into the film, I was hoping that perhaps one redeemable quality could have been the wardrobe of Lindsay's character, Tara. After all, it's set in L.A.
No.
Cheap and uninspired.
Though that may have been just right for Tara (and Lindsay herself, actually).
She had one nice golden cardigan.
That is all.
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