Studio Fifty-Four was the center of 70's American fashion, music, and drug use, things that this movie tries and fails to capture.  The movie runs about a half-hour longer than I would have liked, and, while it does feature some standout individual performances, the screenplay is derivative and dry.

       Starting with the typical "young kid leaves home to go to the bright lights of the big city" gadget(in this case, Jersey to NYC), nearly everything in this script is unoriginal.  You see the "downward spiral of excess", the "boy meets girl in chaos", and nearly every other cliche' of motion pictures, and with the extra half hour, you get even more than you could ask for.

        The only redeeming quality to this movie is the performance by Michael Myers as Steve Rubell, one of the clubs owners(although, the movie gives the impression that he is the only owner).  Myers, known mostly for is work in comedy, from "Wayne's World" to "Austin Powers", it was refreshing to see him try his hand at drama.  One bonus is that he is a dead ringer for the real life Steve Rubell, voice, look, everything.  His performance was the one reason I saw the movie, and the one part of the movie that satisfied me.