Title refers to a group of aimless wealthy international jet-setters who seem to have nothing better to do than repetitive, trashy sex and drugs. What they actually do best is interminable senseless babbling. Jennifer Jones' role as a former porn star cum parvenu socialite is an embarrassment, while Roddy McDowall is wasted. Jordan Christopher in his leading role is a great androgynous irritant performing several undistinguished "hip" songs such as "Angel, Angel Down We Go" and "Mother Lover" with all the spark of a wet fuse. He may have been a hot flash-in-the-pan in Britain but he deservedly fizzled fast possibly due to the contempt shown for audiences (particularly American) as evidenced here. Lou Rawls, in a useless token role would have been a much better choice at performing during the generous screen time allotted to music. Despite slick production values and the too-frequent artsy interposing of bizarre montages, the film, much like its opening and closing monologues evokes nothing more than empty delusions.