It's a flat, clumsy piece of filmmaking. When Phillippe and Ward are in bed, the shots are so badly matched that I believed they were having sex, just not with each other. Full Review
Director Mark Christopher gives the picture a brisk pace and a colorful, party-like mood that makes the experience painless and sporadically even enjoyable. Full Review
Too often, the film is more like a soundtrack with visuals than a well constructed, fully developed motion picture.
Los Angeles Times
Decadence has rarely looked so pathetic, lethargic and dispiriting as it does in this listless film. Full Review
If it's difficult to pinpoint exactly where this maladroit drama about the infamous New York discotheque went wrong, it's because everything in the film is lousy: The writing, the directing, the acting, the casting (Neve Campbell?), the moral posturing, the Capote clone, the Andy lookalike, even the glitter that clings to Salma Hayek's lashes like tears. Full Review