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.