Amazon.co.uk Review
In downtown Manhattan, on New Year's Eve 1981, there's a party going on--somewhere. The only problem is that amid the unfeasibly pretentious art galleries, smoky bars and bad Chinese restaurants of the East Village, nobody's quite sure where it is, how to get there or who to take along as their date. Which is a shame, because from the random gaggle of twentysomething archetypes--including broken-hearted Kevin (Paul Rudd), his loud-mouthed platonic buddy Lucy (Courtney Love), squawking Jersey girl Val (Christina Ricci), and a multitude of others-there's surely enough material for one or two sustainable couplings.
As you might have guessed, 200 Cigarettes doesn't boast the most tautly woven plot (or even much of a loosely woven one). What it does have, however, is a wry charm and an engaging sense of deadpan authenticity (using enough period detail, incidentally, to put the likes of The Wedding Singer to shame). These kids not only dig Blondie and Elvis Costello, they've got the fluorescent mittens and monkey boots to prove it. But it's not just by-the-numbers early-80s nostalgia which holds the film together in the face of its vaguely shambolic structure: if the transparently not platonic shenanigans of Love and Rudd wear thin, then Kate Hudson's neurotic party girl and Ben Affleck's secretly oafish bartender ("How do you like your eggs done in the morning? Scrambled or fertilised?") are more than adequate compensation. And, amid a slew of great ensemble performances, the two minutes of cross-wired interplay between the magisterially sour Janeane Garafolo and professionally laid-back cab driver Dave Chapelle is pretty much worth your time in and of itself. --Danny Leigh