WHO KILLED NANCY?

I was celebrating my 10th birthday on October 12th 1978 when Nancy Spungen was found dead in a dirty Chelsea Hotel bathroom and I cared about it as much as the detectives investigating the case. I didn't care about her death because I was a stupid 10 year old who only knew music as much as it related to David Cassidy. The detectives didn't care because it was another dead junkie whose boyfriend was named "Vicious." A short 8 years later, me and a group of friends, pierced and spiked, dressed in black with lots of leather and chains, wearing lots of aqua net hairspray, would tumble into a local movie theater to see Alex Cox's movie about the now infamous punk "power couple" Sid and Nancy. Now 24 years past, up comes this interesting and fascinating documentary that will undoubtedly and shamefully go unseen by many. Alan Parker and some of the people in the know back then give a more accurate portrayal of both Sid aka: John Beverly and Nancy Spungen of how they were, who they were are the events that led up to both of their untimely deaths. It's easy to laugh at the different Nancy impersonations, as "Nauseous Nancy" didn't have many fans. As a crime scene and case, it's easy to see how the investigation turned sideways and how some heroin junkie named Michael could have literally gotten away with murder. Although the film has an artistic edge and some re-created moments, it does not hide the nasty, dirty and sometimes horrid points in this ill-fated love triangle: a girl a boy and a needle. The bonus features an extra hour full of interviews and stories as told by those who lived to tell them ranging from funny to pointless. Some are obviously out for the fleeting fame and others are hoping to get the story right and the main one is Parker. I think he succeeded and while the truth does not make up such a pretty picture like Cox's Sid and Nancy, it certainly asks and answers many questions. Great soundtrack music, most of which by The Buzzcocks talented guitar man Steve Diggle, add to the feeling of the film. It was a different time then and the trip down memory lane is indeed a trip.