Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll
No one should come away from 1991's SEX, DRUGS, ROCK & ROLL with any doubt that Eric Bogosian is a considerable talent. That his monologues, performed as ten wildly different characters, are not at times brilliantly insightful. Often very funny, but he's not always going for the laugh. Bogosian creates personas filled with recognizable life and vigor, and folks that would likely prompt you to cross the street if they approached. They're loud, crude, paranoid. In the early scenes of this concert film, I wondered how much I could stand. Could I make it through ninety-six minutes straight of listening to these assholes? Would I be sufficiently intrigued to stick it out? Impressed with Bogosian's wit? When I finished the movie, I concluded that maybe it would work better if one watched it in ten minute or so segments. Maybe just take in one character and then come back at another time. I still believe I would give SEX, DRUGS, ROCK & ROLL hi...
