This is the second worst, and most disappointing film I've seen this year. With such a great potential given the history of the club, it's well know patrons, and the endless possibility of storylines, the film is wasted on ficticious characters and their moronic, boring storylines. I knew the that the film was bad, when the only references to real people were those who were deceased (Steve Rubel, Andy Warhol, Truman Capote). My guess that every person associated with the movie still living threatened to sue if the were portrayed. Forget this movie, and catch the "Behind the Music" documentary of Studio 54 on VH1. It is much, much better.
