Lonesome Cowboys, otherwise known as The Glory of the Fuck (yes, Andy Warhol wanted to call it that), is kind of like Brokeback Mountain with more people. Despite this, it’s not as homoerotic as some people made it out to be. I’ve seen some LSD-laced scenes in movies, like that one in Easy Rider and, more modern, whatever the hell was going on in Megalopolis, but none of them could ever be as weirdly disjointed and outright ridiculous as some of the stuff here. There are random flashes of light every once in a while, that happen frequently enough to give me a headache, and would probably induce epileptic seizures. It could just be that it’s old and there hasn’t been an official release in almost sixty years, but the audio is also pretty low-quality; I’m told that at least some of that is part of Warhol’s intent. I’d call this a vibes movie, but I don’t even know what the vibe is. Maybe sex? Not much of a vibe, to be honest. There’s a funny bit near the end, where there’s a smash cut from a rather graphic sex scene to some of the cast dancing to “Magical Mystery Tour,” despite the film ostensibly taking place around the early 1910s. I’m surprised Warhol didn’t use the Velvet Underground. Overall, it’s confusing, and not very good. 5/10
Lonesome Cowboys, otherwise known as The Glory of the Fuck (yes, Andy Warhol wanted to call it that), is kind of like Brokeback Mountain with more people. Despite this, it’s not as homoerotic as some people made it out to be. I’ve seen some LSD-laced scenes in movies, like that one in Easy Rider and, more modern, whatever the hell was going on in Megalopolis, but none of them could ever be as weirdly disjointed and outright ridiculous as some of the stuff here. There are random flashes of light every once in a while, that happen frequently enough to give me a headache, and would probably induce epileptic seizures. It could just be that it’s old and there hasn’t been an official release in almost sixty years, but the audio is also pretty low-quality; I’m told that at least some of that is part of Warhol’s intent. I’d call this a vibes movie, but I don’t even know what the vibe is. Maybe sex? Not much of a vibe, to be honest. There’s a funny bit near the end, where there’s a smash cut from a rather graphic sex scene to some of the cast dancing to “Magical Mystery Tour,” despite the film ostensibly taking place around the early 1910s. I’m surprised Warhol didn’t use the Velvet Underground. Overall, it’s confusing, and not very good. 5/10
