There's nothing abstracted about Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato's Party Monster, a goosey documentary about the rise and fall of club kingdoper-murderer Michael Alig its place and time are as specific as a splinter in your thumb. Trying for an Errol Morrisish freak show with a dismembered corpse at its center, Party Monster sketches out Alig's history much as a number of Voice articles have done, but with home video of Special K bakes and club flouncing. The outrageous behavior, even as it climaxes in butchery, ODs, and prison terms, seems merely idiotic now, and the movie's cheesy reenactments, video gimmicks, and spliced-in images from Blood Feast hardly help.
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