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REVIEWS - MATTERS OF CONSEQUENCE
L.A. Times - Jan 14, 1999
by Kevin Thomas
Morgan Higby's "Matters of Consequence" is an edgy, deeply felt first feature centered on three young men who share a house and all work at the Opium Den in Hollywood. Higby wrote his film's pivotal role for himself: Billy, a reflective, fatalistic druggie deejay. Morty Coyle plays Zack, an ambitious self-absorbed singer eager to get a record deal for himself and his band (the Impostors, who provide a highly affecting soundtrack), and Paul Francis is Drew, the bartender, who sees himself as a detached Mr. Cool.
Into the young men's lives come three women who may--or may not--change their perspectives in varying degrees: Devon Odessa's Blue, Zack's lovely younger sister, attracted to Billy; Meredith Salenger's Reiko, a classy call girl who would like to dent Drew's armor; and Robin Antin's Josie, a kinky club dancer who zeros in on Zack. Jason Wiles is Jake, Billy's volatile drug supplier.
Sharply photographed by Thaddeus Wadleigh, "Matters of Consequence" has a great look and delves, amid easy humor, way beneath trendy surfaces to pose some of life's bigger questions. Higby, a tall, thin blond, shows off his cast to advantage, most notably himself as the fast-living yet appealing Billy.
"Matters of Consequence" opens a Friday and Saturday midnight run at the Sunset 5 this weekend; hopefully, this booking will lead to deserved wider exposure for the film. (323) 848-3500.

L. A. Weekly - Jan 15, 1999
by Chuck Wilson
It isn't easy to make a watchable movie about a bunch of supercool aspiring musician types who sit around all day getting stoned in a pastel-painted house that in real life they wouldn't be able to afford since no one seems to have a day job. Writer-Director Morgan Higby, in his feature debut, mostly pulls it off, making a movie where the friends are believable as friends, and their mindless banter isn't cloying and self-conscious.
Higby plays Billy, who may have a secret illness that he's trying to forget in a haze of drugs. The two lifelong buddies he lives with play in a band(co-star Morty Coyle's excellent L.A. group, the Imposters) that jams each night at the nightclub where Billy spins records. They jam, they get high, they juggle the ridiculously beautiful women who find their inability to commit irresistible.
In a movie that's mostly all talk and little action, Higby keeps things fresh, often shooting at skewed angles which may have viewers tilting their heads sideways. It all works better than it should, even the pathos-drenched finale. An impressive debut, but we offer no guarantees on its charm as a midnight movie.