“L.A.’s like nowhere. Everyone who lives here is lost.” From the opening Slowdive music cue to its outrageous finale, Gregg Araki’s long under-screened queer cult classic reverberates with rage and sexual frustration throughout, though it’s tempered, naturally, by a healthy dose of 1990s ennui. Like an episode of “Beverly Hills, 90210 on acid” or “California’s version of Kids” (Araki), Nowhere’s Los Angeles–dwelling cast of dozens—including an actual Baywatch star and a character named Jujyfruit—exchanges sexual partners, discusses addiction, parties their brains out, and grapples with an alien invasion accompanied by the era-essential tunes of Blur, Hole, Massive Attack, and Portishead.