Brad Renfro is sucked into the glitzy world of ego maniacal disc jockey Billy Magic, Kevin Bacon. It is Cleveland, 1961, and Bacon finds Renfro the perfect patsy for assisting him in a payola racket. I could have done without the melodramatic subplot of Renfro and his Father, Maximilian Schell, sweating their Citizenship Papers, as it merely detracts from the main story. The 60s atmosphere is well done, with some great cars and an outstanding soundtrack. I wish the movie had focused more on Bacon's corrupt character, because the supporting cast, other than Calista Flockheart, as a love interest, is mostly wasted. - MERK
Review of Telling Lies in America
