Directed by Gregor Jordan. With Billy Bob Thornton, Kim Basinger, Mickey Rourke, Winona Ryder, Jon Foster, Amber Heard and Chris Isaak. Distributed by Senator Entertainment. 1 hour, 38 mins. R (nudity, sex, drugs, alcohol, profanity, adult themes). Area theaters.
In the same way 1967's Valley of the Dolls took the trash prose of Jacqueline Susann's L.A. novel and turned it into eye-poppingly awful cinema, Bret Easton Ellis' The Informers - another tale of Tinseltown drugs, sex and excess - has transferred itself to the screen with mind-boggling, laugh-inciting horribleness.
Set in 1983, when the hair was big and the music bad (Pat Benatar, Gary Numan, Flock of Seagulls), The Informers tracks a beautiful group of guys and gals who party like their lives depend on it. In fact, one of them dies right off the bat - hit by a car as he's heading off to a menage a trois. The wake brings out his friends and family, revealing them to be self-involved, sex-obsessed and not terribly mournful at all.