Steve Cole

Right up there with Mommy Dearest. Two hours of the disfunctional, miserable, depressing life of an unloved guy guzzling booze, swallowing pills, crying and whining with endless close ups, complaining, falling down stairs, vomiting in the toilet, getting taken advantage of, spitting up blood, making splashy suicide attempts, losing his hair. It's a wonderful way to spend part of an afternoon, just terrific. Me, I'd rather smoke Paraquot. Even the terrific Elton John music couldn't save it. See it if you want. My sister loved it. I'd rather drive a dock spike into my head with a ball peen hammer.

From outrageous, goofy whimsy to tragedy so poignant it cannot be watched twice.