200 Cigarettes (1999)

As if Martha Plimpton weren’t enough, toss in a gaggle of stars and 80s nostalgia. “I’m just gonna go home and kill myself. You wanna share a cab?” “So I can pass out and wake up alone on New Year’s Day?”

When you’re young, lonely and neurotic, New Year’s Eve probably isn’t the best occasion to invite all your equally young, lonely and neurotic peers. Especially in a hip and trendy art scene like NYC. It seems like a good idea but then you forget that no one comes early so you start to panic and, like the homemade dip, you really need to chill. You think it’s no problem; that’s what the booze are for. But an hour becomes two, which turns into three…

Whether you’re the hostess with the mostess (likelyhood to forget to pace herself) or just too-cool-for-school (even though graduation wasn’t that long ago), at ten packs per carton times twenty per pack you’ve manage to huff your way through… well, you know.

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