Ecstasy, beat-up cars with Christmas lights strung around the interior, pre-Cruise Katie Holmes, No Doubt on the soundtrack, maroon leather jackets, "from the director of Swingers", Sarah Polley of all people, a pre-Google un-Google-able title, hallucinatory dance sequences in supermarkets set to the Macarena, Fatboy Slim, a pre-Deadwood Timothy Olyphant as an arch-drug dealer in a Santa hat and sweatpants, automotive deus ex machina, non-linear storytelling w/ title cards, Breckin Fucking Meyer, going to Vegas, Tarantino diner scene centered around Tantra and socks with the elastic and the Family Fucking Circus sitting in the bottom right hand corner waiting to suck, a young Jay Mohr, a lot of pot (but that's pretty much timeless), "Steal My Sunshine", people having guns who oughtn't have guns, predictably bi-curious swinger cop and wife...or maybe not, oh so they are gay, missed connections pre-Craig's List, post-Tarantino (#2) quasi-hilarious meta violence, made the rent and everybody gets away clean in the end.
Really, it's PCU on drugs.
