Channelling My Inner Stefon

New York’s hottest club is Unconditional Love. Don’t be thrown off when you’re greeted by a sequined singer that looks like drunk, skinny Santa. You’re in the right place.



Director, P.J. Hogan, has thought of everything. Rupert Everett crawling through bushes. Serial killing window washers. Julie Andrews. Midgets in red raincoats. Jerry Springer endings. Whistling Barry Manilow tunes…
Go in expecting nothing and be pleasantly entertained.