Nothing makes for classic comedy like poking fun at schizophrenia.
Some of it is due to the fear, paranoia and suspicion that sets in over the hunt for Son of Sam, but mostly the murders play a lurid and gratuitous backdrop to a trite melodrama about not very interesting people. His spike-haired friend Ritchie is an aspiring rock musician for a band called Late Term Abortion and a dancer in a gay porn palace. But no one's going anywhere. But these nostalgic memories are cobbled together like random images from the scrapbook of a hyperactive child. Or a point.