'Vinyl'

A 70-minute, rambling Andy Warhol adaptation of Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange about a decade before Stanley Kubrick would put his fine touches on it.

Mainly it's hipster digression mixed in around a bunch of radio hits and the actors and actresses dancing and smoking cigarettes.

I wish I could tell you more. There's nothing there. It sucks, but it was never meant to be very good so all opinions are pretty moot. More so, if you liked it, you're probably kind of weird.