jake_fantom Review of Mayor of the Sunset Strip

Mayor of the Sunset Strip (2003)

I've had more fun watching flies have sex

[2/10 · 12 April 2016]

If you enjoy spending time in the company of has-beens, wanna-be's, and self-absorbed C-list "celebrities," you're going to love this cheesily-produced, amateurishly directed, sloppily edited mess of a documentary focused on the delusions of a pitiable LA disc jockey, who would have profited more from a stay in an institution than from being profiled by this crew of talentless exploiters. If you can make it past the first five minutes (a feat that should be rewarded with a big-money prize), you're in for a real treat — about 90 more minutes of the same meandering, pointless drivel. What you see is what you get. There is no story arc, nothing to be learned, no surprises — just endless footage of this sad little man in a silly haircut and the monstrous fame- driven ciphers he has surrounded himself with. Two stars only for confirming that LA, Hollywood, and the celebrity racket in general are the most pathetic life-sucking ratholes yet devised by humankind. To paraphrase the late, great Sonny Liston, I'd rather be a lamppost in Baltimore than the Mayor of the Sunset Strip.