feels like something bressane would do, if he decided to abandon narrative altogether. or if he got really really high.

Mahu art film. I don't have anything against mahus (transvestites in Hawaiian). I just didn't think the visual power of the film was enough to interest me--although there are interesting overhead camera shots and positioning of actors. I also enjoyed the beat-up black-and-white film stock--but not enough to have a high regard for the film.

I have seen just a poor videocassette recording, but I did not found anything special or revolutionary out of it. Sure it contains explicative imaginary, though from the eyes of 2011 it did not strike much.

A fascinating underground film. She/hemales, poly-gendered people and men in drag participate in an orgy, one that can disturbing in one scenes and in another a joyous celebration of multi-sexual joy. People will hate it, with no narrative and a rough production, made on damaged film and with music that can abruptly skip, but for me it is more than empty camp and has an atmosphere to it many of these works failed to have. Along with Kenneth Anger, it also sows the seeds for David Lynch.

Once I got over some initial misgivings, I was transfixed and fascinated by the film's charming innocence and joyfulness. It's perversely beautiful and beautifully perverse. There's love in this film, you can feel it. Those scratchy old tunes and overexposed film make it feel like a lost relic, a secret recording of secret bacchanalia. It subverts Hollywood standards of elegance while celebrating them. It's outsider art that longs to be in. Some wonderful paradoxes at play and memorable imagery.

More interesting for its obscene reputation and hard-to-find status than for its merits as an actual film. Mostly just kinda boring. There are some memorable images and motifs, but it's not entertaining or profound so it hinges on its value as shock schlock. And I can find shit eighty times more obscene on Google in five seconds so whatever.

It's 40 minutes long, and while the second half just treads water, I think the first 20 minutes are classic. I can see why this was so shocking to the establishment of its time, the sexual revolution was still in diapers and here was Jack Smith mixing hardcore tranny rape orgies with dadaesque avant-garde.

I'm sure I could make up something about how this is an astute commentary about sexual ethics and gender roles, but honestly I don't 'get it.' It does have some interesting surreal imagery and shot selection and the short length makes it watchable, but I didn't get much out of it.

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