Is this basically a half-hour of a pan-sexual orgy, shot with Warholesque garishness and 60s stonery camera tricks? Well... yes.
But Andy Warhol derived no small part of his future cinematic inspiration from Barbara Rubin (and this film in particular), and films like this are a good reminder that sometimes art is all about trying things, putting some ideas out there and seeing what happens. Turn on a radio, paint everyone up, double-expose some film, turn a naked torso into a dancing snowman, get your camera into positions no camera had ever been before (or since).
It's not "hot" or "sexy" in a traditional sense, but watching them all have fun in various incarnations was kinda worth it.
Wes Anderson would puke if he saw this. I dug it.
Is this basically a half-hour of a pan-sexual orgy, shot with Warholesque garishness and 60s stonery camera tricks? Well... yes.
But Andy Warhol derived no small part of his future cinematic inspiration from Barbara Rubin (and this film in particular), and films like this are a good reminder that sometimes art is all about trying things, putting some ideas out there and seeing what happens. Turn on a radio, paint everyone up, double-expose some film, turn a naked torso into a dancing snowman, get your camera into positions no camera had ever been before (or since).
It's not "hot" or "sexy" in a traditional sense, but watching them all have fun in various incarnations was kinda worth it.
Wes Anderson would puke if he saw this. I dug it.
