Another slice of (decedent) life from Paul Morrissey & Andy Warhol utilizing their patented 'fly-on-the-wall' Cinéma vérité style. Joe Dallessandro plays his usual befuddled loser who finds himself in the company of bigger freaks than himself. As with any Warhol film there is a cast of a dozen or so said freaks, half living on the edge of society & the other half the high society & the two halves meet for 90 minutes or so in movie form. The real star of the film is the editor. This film is obviously culled & spliced together from hundreds of hours of improv dialogue, like, the director told the actors 'here's where your character talks about this thing & then that thing.' Then the editor splices the few interesting scenes into a movie. It's all low budget (sad Sylvia Miles took this role after winning an Oscar nomination but thank you Sylvia!) and not especially hilarious (your mind will wander a few times) but overall it's an artifact from a bygone day that, perhaps, fleeted by too soon. Recommended, at least once.
