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Culkin se esforça, mas não convence como o bissexual Michael Alig. Em contrapartida, Seth Green rouba o filme com sua ótima performance.

So awful, it’s almost good.

Never has the Manhattan club scene ever looked so tedious; this film makes a powerful argument for staying home and renting a movie.

Perhaps Party Monster’s limited distribution will keep this clunker from interrupting Seth Green's rise to the top of the Hollywood food chain.

It's the drunk-guy- at-the-party syndrome: The only one truly entertained by the clown with the lamp shade on his head is the clown with the lamp shade on his head -- or folks similarly inebriated.

A mess.

Memo to Macaulay Culkin: When your latest cinematic 'comeback' attempt is a film like Party Monster, maybe remaining in career limbo wasn't such a bad idea.

The look, like Culkin's self-consciously manic performance, is all surface -- which may be the point of profiling these empty lives, but not enough reason to make us watch.

Fact-based story of drugs and death in "clubland" is boring and banal, failing in its attempt to shock and scandalize.