Another troubled production for Gregor Jordan. He directs this Bret Easton Ellis adaptation (I haven't read the book), which is more Less than Zero than Rules of Attraction/American Psycho in terms of how well it translates to the screen.
There's little to hold the attention; a few scenes between Mickey Rourke and Brad Renfro, Chris Isaak convincingly acting the asshole, Winona Ryder suddenly looking very old. And, while the point maybe one of unlikeable self-obsessed types being unlikeable, it needs something or someone to make it actually interesting. Amber Heard is naked a lot, though.