My first Penelope Spheeris movie, and I’m kind of blown away by the atmospheric style. She provides a fascinating snapshot of 1980s L.A. and its various subcultures, replete with the music and neon lights of these venues. When Maxwell Caulfield goes into psychotic reveries, he’s lit with lurid colors, and the music morphs into horrific dissonance. When things go violent, the film doesn’t shy away from the brutality (even with some of the most graphic shots being removed to secure…
