a backdrop of new year 's eve in 1981 would seem to lend itself to a great party movie .
the decor possibilities are endless - disco balls had yet to migrate into the dark corners of the attic , big hair was worth its weight in aquanet , and the louder the fashion , the better the look .
but despite this setting , these details and a soundtrack that includes some 40-plus irresistible hits from the early days of the me decade , something is inherently wrong with " 200 cigarettes .
" a better title for this nostalgic mess would be " 50 missed opportunities .
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what is it that makes this retro - comedy such a downer ?
it 's certainly not the cast , which includes enough hot , young talent for several movies .
there 's courtney love , cementing her reputation as a serious actress ; christina ricci , hot off her shoulda - been - nominated turn in " the opposite of sex " ; paul rudd , who gets even more appealing with every role ; kate hudson , inheriting some fine acting genes from mom goldie hawn ; and affleck brothers ben and casey , two of the best things about " good will hunting .
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perhaps the question is this : what drew these and other immensely talented actors to such a dreary project ?
maybe it looked good on paper .
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200 cigarettes " is composed of a series of vignettes , as various characters make their way through new york 's festively decorated east village to a holiday bash thrown by a jittery bundle of nerves named monica ( martha plimpton , all dressed up in her best cyndi lauper ) . among the potential guests are likeable cad kevin ( rudd ) and his best friend lucy ( love ) , busy bickering over his recent break - up , and a clumsy but seemingly charming bartender ( ben affleck ) who opens his mouth only to spew forth bad pick - up lines .
more subplots -
_ many _ more - dot the big picture , but those listed above are the only ones worth noting in a positive light .
all the other story tangents are as frazzled as a cokehead trying to solve a rubick 's cube .
ricci and gaby hoffman grate as two ronkonkoma gals ( the kind that have trouble pronouncing hard consonants ) out to have a high time in the big city .
infamously acerbic comedienne janeane garofalo is wasted in what amounts to a several - scene cameo .
hudson , as a pretty - in - pink klutz recently devirginized by a reprehensible ladies ' man ( jay mohr ) , trips , pukes and gets smeared with dog poop .
are we laughing yet ?
the film boils down to a mixture of the good , the bad and the gaudy , with the latter two overtaking the former .
game performances - especially by love , rudd and plimpton - are almost shot down by the bizarrely colorful parts and a constantly roving focus , here a combination that mostly sputters when it should crackle . too many sidetracks rate as uninteresting and have little payoff until a lengthy final montage where we find out many of the performers served as one night stands for each other . if this is " 200 cigarettes , " then get me 200 nicotine patches .
too many sidetracks rate as uninteresting and have little payoff such a dreary project all the other story tangents are as frazzled as a cokehead trying to solve a rubick 's cube is wasted something is inherently wrong nostalgic mess almost shot down by the bizarrely colorful parts and a constantly roving focus , here a combination that mostly sputters when it should crackle