Sid Vicious (Gary Oldman) was a member of the punk rock group The Sex Pistols. They came from England and tried to conquer the States as other British bands had done in the past. Malcolm McLaren (David Hayman) was in way over his head and when the Pistols came to America, they died in America.
The drug use among the band members and the lack of professionalism couldn't keep the tour going. In other words you can only be so obnoxious as to make an audience believe that you are worth a shit.
Sid loved his heroin. Nancy Spungen (Chloe Webb) was no better herself with baggage out the wazoo. When you mixed the two together what you got was one drug crazed tragedy. The two together were a sad pair. When the Pistols broke and McLaren was no longer manager of Sid, Nancy stepped in.
Nancy Spungen as a manager of a band or anything else was a joke. The two would eventually have one last drug crazed night and when Sid woke up the next morning Nancy was dead. She had been stabbed and Sid was arrested for her murder.
This is a movie to be looked at for what it was. A time when for some of us back in the 70's and 80's life was nothing and the high was all it was. This is a tragedy from the start. It is a look back at thank God we survived. For some it's a by the grace of God there go I.
Director Alex Cox brings a tale of two lost souls who forever will search the cosmos for the ultimate high because even in death they could not achieve that which in life they so wanted, immortality. In Sid's own warped way enjoy my death you fucking twit.