For those not on the list, Studio 54 was a real happening - a heady, anything-goes clubland of drugs, sex and sequins. During the '70s everyone who was anyone (Cher, Jerry Hall, Sly Stallone) went there to gawp and be gawped at. First-time writer-director Mark Christopher chooses to open his fictional account of this glittery hedonism during the summer of '79, by which time the legend of Studio 54 was already well established and the good times (ie the '70s) were coming to an end. Think of it as Boogie Nights: The Club Remix.
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