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An endless day--make that

days--in the life of a group of bottom-dwelling meth heads whose sole purpose is to make their next score and get high.


There ain't much of one. In a nutshell, a group of spun-out druggies living in the drab, sun-baked, land of the mini mall known as North Los Angeles Valley are focused on one thing and one thing only--getting and using drugs--and we get to tag along with them for three wasted, sleepless days. There's Ross (Jason Schwartzman), a college dropout pining over a girl who dumped him, and the only one of the gang you think might have some redeeming quality--until he handcuffs his stripper girlfriend spread-eagled to the bed naked, duct-tapes her eyes and mouth, and leaves her with a thrash metal CD--skipping--on the player for three days. (All that ruckus, of course, raises the suspicions of a butch biker broad--Deborah Harry in a cameo--who runs a phone sex line out of her apartment next door.) In exchange for dope, Ross runs errands for a big, badass, Jesse James type known as the Cook (Mickey Rourke) 'cause he brews the crystal in a squalid motel room he shares with sweet, misguided stripper Nikki (Brittany Murphy). The Cook provides drugs to dealer Spider Mike (John Leguizamo), a seriously paranoid, hopped-up speed freak, and his mossy-teethed tweaker girlfriend Cookie (Mena Suvari), who use and sell the Cook's drugs to hangers-on like the absurdly pimply faced Frisbee (Patrick Fugit) in between sex sessions and flip-outs involving guns, spray paint and socks.


Every last person in this ensemble seems to relish getting down and dirty--and by dirty, we mean fetid. Murphy and Rourke are particular standouts: with big, kohl-smudged eyes and wide, friendly smile, she's sweetly innocent bobbling aournd in her f***-me Daisy Dukes and high-heeled boots; he's terrifying and larger than life in torn jeans tucked into white shitkickers, a ponytail and a Stetson, but he actually pulls the heartstrings when he muses about watching puppies be put to death as a boy and defends two chola mini-mart clerks from an abusive gangster. Watching Schwartzman's Ross, whom you expect to like as the film's hero, perform what amounts to torture on his girlfriend so casually and with such good intentions is more shocking than any of the film's drug scenes or seedy imagery, and Ross becomes all the more menacing in his regular-Joe ways. Props to Suvari for letting the world watch her strain so vigorously on the can, and to Leguizamo for giving his all in his few scenes, whether threatening his pseudo-friends with a gun, shooting up crank, or jacking off. Peter Stormare and Alexis Arquette give lively performances as a sort of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas-meets-COPS pair of vice guys hot on Spider's trail; look out also for former Judas Priest singer Rob Halford, porn star Ron Jeremy and Eric Roberts.


With its over-the-top caricatures, hyper-frenetic camerawork and creatively near pornographic animation segments, this movie looks an awful lot like a music video, and with good reason: Director Jonas Akerlund is best known for his controversial Prodigy ''Smack My Bitch Up'' video and Madonna's ''Music.'' He is unafraid to put this sordid bunch right up in your face, flinging the greasy underbelly of the So Cal meth scene sunny side up and zooming in with the cameras up close and personal to a point that's almost unbearably uncomfortable. Akerlund's techniques are sometimes overdone, like the bone-crunching sounds and wildly rolling eyeballs that herald each and every high, and sometimes screamingly funny, like Ross's daydream of a Patton-like Cook pontificating about the female vagina in front of an American flag. A well-done score by former Smashing Pumpkins' singer Billy Corgan moves the film fluidly from calm states of relative normalcy to paranoid, herky-jerky scenes of jabbering addicts flying right off the mental deep end. These people are shallow, vile and irredeemable, and Akerlund's brilliance lies in making you feel for them in spite of themselves.

Bottom Line

What could be the most potent anti-drug movie ever, the provocative and exhausting Spun shows repulsive people doing repulsive things in what could be the most uselessly entertaining movie of the year.