Then the real trouble starts
After being taken advantage of financially, everyone's moms fire Payne and hire a new manager, Gary Evans. Evans is played by Michael Rapaport, who is always either playing a bully, a racist, or a guy who should know better but does some really stupid shit anyway. That should give you a clue of what Evans is like. (He does not, however, seem like a racist or a bully.) He is also a man who is not ready to deal with five horny and somewhat famous teenagers.
The most shocking scene in the whole movie is when Evans returns to the LA pad he's rented for the band while they record their first album for MCA Records, and he walks in to discover them all half naked with a bunch of girls in the darkened living room. What is going on with this apartment? They don't have their own bedrooms? There aren't even a couple of bedrooms that they could go off to and score with their individual chicks? Instead they're acting like it's Plato's retreat on their stained sofa and all hooking up together? This does not sound like my kind of fun time.
But fractures in the group are already starting to form, and so is the bad behavior. This episode ends along with the band's purity. The second installment is going to be full of fights, more financial malfeasance, and Bobby Brown succumbing to hookers and blow and finally getting himself kicked out of the band. Yeah, it's about to get all sorts of Empire up in here.
But it's all true, down to every little detail. That's what's so great about this story: not only is it real and scandalous, it's also punctuated by some seriously great hits, ones that you will still be humming as you're cruising around eBay looking for those earrings.
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