The movie that wanted to be Saturday Night Fever. The movie does capture the decadence that was Studio 54, a place where anything went. It was THE hotspot of the 70's club scene, where everyday nobodys rubbed elbows with the Hollywood elite. Sex, drugs, all night disco music, and who knows what all were the norm, and you were nobody if you couldn't get in. Director Mark Christopher captures all of the this frenzy admirably, and the scenes in the club really do work. It's in places outside the club that the movie falls apart. We get cookie cutter family drama with Ryan Phillipe, marital discord with Brekin Meyer and Salma Hayek, and typical soul searching with people who don't know what to do when they've allowed themselves to be taken over by life's excesses. Mike Myers plays infamous Studio 54 Steve Rubell admirably. He's a squirly, sexually efeminate, want to be the center of attention worm, who would never get into the club if he didn't own it. The performances all around are fine, but there's so substance to any of the characters, or their stories. Kind of like the infamous club itself...all style, no substance.