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Mary Woronov Day *

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You say you’re not a Method actress, you’re a camp actress. Does that devalue what you do?

Mary Woronov: With Method, you become the person you’re acting, even if it could be a wet piece of spinach or a chair. With camp, you have no interest in trying to trick the audience. You comment on [your character], like a drag queen whose actions comment on women, how they’re too fey or too predatory.

You were in a Charlie’s Angels episode playing a butch cop who drags the Angels off to women’s prison.

MW: I’m not sure why, but it’s my most-watched clip online. That’s one of the reasons I got work in Hollywood: They weren’t supposed to have a lesbian in the script, but if they hired me, they would get one. I was good at gender slipping.

What’s your sexuality?

MW: Totally fixated on men. They attract me because they’re so different from me, so I guess I’m hetero. I was constantly hounded by men. The only place where I was talked to as a real person, where I was told I was good at my career, was with the homosexuals. They told me I was great and didn’t want to pound me. Warhol, the Theater of the Ridiculous. I like male homosexuals very much. I like female homosexuals, too, because now they’re so pretty. It’s bizarre. When I was young, they were always fat and ugly, but now they’re gorgeous.

Swimming Underground, your Warhol-family memoir, is pretty dark. Everyone was high on speed, paranoid, playing mind games with each other. At one point you’re all trying to get rid of the body of this sad girl, Ann, who seems to OD and die while being shot up.

MW: We wanted to get rid of her and put her down a mail slot. What’s dark about it? It’s funny. She wasn’t even dead. We were nice to her, we were going to mail her out. You have to understand how high we were. It was pharmaceutical amphetamine, a white powder we’d snort — or shoot. My memories of that time are incredible. The ludicrousness, the insanity that went on, has never been topped.

Your mother sued Warhol over Chelsea Girls, because he didn’t get you to sign a release. In his own diaries, he wrote that he was always uncomfortable running into you because you were such a “creep” about the money. What are your feelings about him these days?

MW: I like him. I think he was very brave, because he was certainly pro-homosexual when everybody was against it. If you saw [Robert] Rauschenberg, he’d pretend to be straight for his clients. Warhol never did. He was a complete fag to everybody. The things I don’t like about him was he was just in love with fame. If somebody famous were in the room, he’d just go to pieces. It was kind of gross.

But are you angry that he said you were a “creep” about the money?

MW: I was a creep. I sued him. I obviously had left him, I hurt him. Also, Edie left him. He was viciously hurt by that. I was rude. So he didn’t know what to say to me, because I didn’t say, “Andy, it’s okay,” and talk to him like a human being.

It seems like the Factory was presided over by some very mean gay men and drag queens.

MW: I was so angry during my life at that time, it was the only place I felt good. I was furious about the fact that I was going to be some stinky girl who could do absolutely nothing but get married and lick some dick for the rest of her life. I left Cornell to be with Warhol because he was more artistic. What power did I have? Women still don’t have that much power. It’s a man’s world. That’s what pissed me off, and it still does. I had to be nice, and I wanted to be powerful.

Do you have any power in your life now?

MW: Yeah, I’m a good painter. I’m a good writer, though I don’t write enough. In my acting career, I’ve realized it hasn’t been a total flop. I also managed to realize that I didn’t want to be married [after being married twice] and have kids, so I feel good about that.

Do you see any fierce younger women around?

MW: Yeah, what’s-her-name. Bouncy-Bouncy.

Uh, Beyoncé?

MW: Yeah. She’s mechanical. She’s bizarre. She’s fascinating. I don’t actually like her voice. I would never listen to her. I went from punk rock to heavy metal and straight into Wagner. I only do opera now. –– from Vulture

 

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Further

Mary Woronov: The Website
Mary Woronov @ IMDb
‘Cult-film staple Mary Woronov on Andy Warhol, Roger Corman, and being typecast’
Mary Woronov @ Facebook
Mary Woronov’s books
THE UNTITLED MARY WORONOV DOCUMENTARY
Articles by Mary Woronov @ Artillery Magazine
‘MISS ON SCENE: Mary Woronov’
Gary Indiana interviews Mary Woronov
Mary Woronov’s feet @ wikiFeet
Billy Chainsaw interviews Mary Woronov
THE MARY WORONOV CHANNEL on Vimeo
2 short stories by Mary Woronov
Mary Woronov interviewed about her paintings
‘MARY WORONOV: A NEW WOMAN’
‘WRITINGS ON THE WARHOL: AN INTERVIEW WITH MARY WORONOV’
‘Mary Woronov; the real siren’
‘Mary Woronov Vintage Rule 5 (NSFW)’
Mary Woronov @ Horror Society

 

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Extras


13 Most Beautiful… Songs for Andy Warhol’s Screen Test – 7 Mary Woronov


Mary Woronov reading @ The Standard Hotel


Warhol Superstars: The Velvet Underground


The Girls of Rock & Roll High School Chiller Theatre April 26th, 2014


Andy Warhol, Billy Name, Robert Heide, Mary Woronov, Gerard Malanga

 

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Author

 

Excerpt: Swimming Underground: My Years In The Warhol Factory

I first met Celinas at the Factory. She had come with Brandy Alexander. And if she was shy, Brandy was her opposite, the obvious overdone showgirl-type of queenstripper tits, bimbo hair, Louise Nevelson eyelashes, and a mouth brought to you by Chevrolet, a red chrome grill motorized on continuous yap. Desperate was too exotic a description for her, let’s just say she was bugging everybody that day, waving her airbrushed 8x10s dangerously close to Warhol’s nose. The polite light went out, and Brandy became free bait; the tinfoil walls of the Factory flickered like silver water; the smaller surface fishvisitors and squares, scattered and knotted in excitement; and from out of the aluminum depths glided the larger fishpredators, attracted by the commotion. Billy Name, one of the Great Whites, appeared and disappeared. Often his presence signaled the difference between light play and heavy hard-core shit.

Gerard was the first to attack. Something about where did she put it? Come on, show us. I listened to Brandy’s little squeals, first the giddy surge of finally getting the attention she had been bleating for, then the sickening realization that it was too much, it was going to hurt. Gerard was relentless, goading, taunting, and jabbing his prey. “Come on, Brandy, we know you tuck. Tuck it up. We wanna see. Where does your dick go, huh, Brandy, huh?” Shouts. Cries. Drag queens are unpredictable to wrestle, sometimes a good right hook can be sleeping under all that make-up. Most of us were only watching, hopeful that Gerard might get slugged in the face, but I was watching Celinas. She stood like Anne Frank in a Gestapo lineup. Good choice. I liked it.

I didn’t know what she wanted, or why she had come with Brandy, but I did know the last thing she ever expected to get was me. I slid in close to her, mesmerized by the panicked rabbit jumping up and down in her jugular. Maybe you should sit down, here on this silver couch which, by the way, is just as dirty as the gutter. When she sat, she crossed her hands and ankles perfectly. Yes, yes, everything was in the classroom. We chatted, bonded, as Brandy flopped around on the silver concrete floor with the silver hook still in her bloody mouth. Both of us were excited, and Celinas tried to climb into her purse, which was filled with dirty broken make-up, the true sign of a queen. I was thrilled she had let me look, even slip my hand into it for a moment. I let her huddle near me, but when she tried to clutch my hand I had to recoil. I hated being touched by anything in the human skin package.

 

Excerpt: Snake

Once outside she forgot about being angry. The pine trees moved back and forth, soft green windshield wipers across the glass blue sky. Back and forth, just the motion made her happy as she trailed behind Luke and the others through the tall grass. Five guys had come over to walk off Luke’s property boundaries. Walking the land they called it, the men staring at the ground muttering, “Yep.” “Looks good.” “Yeah.” All meaningless back-patting men-talk, with her tailing along behind staring at the tree tops, their needles lost in the endless material of sky.

Luke turned to watch Sandra drifting behind with her head in the clouds. There wasn’t any reason to lower their voices. They could be dragging bags of heroin as big as manure from one car to another and she wouldn’t notice. For sure, someone was giving the cops information, but the fact that these thick-headed Idaho rednecks had dared suggest that it might be Sandra just because she was a new face was chewing up his nerves. “If you don’t fuckin’ drop it, I’ll drive back to L.A. without the deal, right now.” No, no, they all backed down. Who were they kidding? When people want their dope, it doesn’t matter what anybody thinks.

Sandra was totally oblivious to the fact that the blue nylon flight bag was now sitting in someone else’s truck. But she did notice that the same dog-faced boy was with them, and when she looked at his back, a shadow crept over her heart. Still she was determined to feel sorry for him no matter what Luke said. Weird… she heard a buzzing noise.

The buzzing was slightly louder than all the insects, like little seeds inside the empty gourd of an Indian rattle, and to her city mind it had to be mechanical. A smoke alarm?

She had set one off in a Holiday Inn once just by smoking in bed. This time she was determined to ignore it, unlike the last time when she had jumped out of bed like a bad girl. She had just made love to a boy she barely knew. She thought it was okay, but maybe she had overlooked something, maybe he was too ugly, or had herpes, or maybe it was some kind of quiz she had failed, or her mother just couldn’t stand it any more and hit the buzzer. She smiled remembering how frightened she was, but now it didn’t even bother her that someone had nailed a smoke detector to one of the trees. Just another stupid idea. She looked up at the vast blue sky. Who cared if anyone smoked out here?

Luke’s voice slid in between the humming insects, the far away birds and the annoying alarm, slid right into her ear next to her brain, “Sandra, don’t move.” It was interesting, no matter how low he spoke she could always hear him. It was that mysterious connection she didn’t understand.

She stopped. What? Now what was she doing wrong? They were all watching her from a safe distance. The sad dog-faced boy backed away from the group and bolted for his truck at a dead run.

“Back up, baby, real slow,” Luke’s voice purred beside her like a cat sitting on her shoulder watching the empty sky for birds, “Real quiet.” So, like a dancer, she took one slow but very exaggerated step backward. The smoke alarm still buzzed away. “Now go back again, SLOWLY,” he said quietly.

She almost felt like doing the opposite of what he was saying. Was he was showing off? Some kind of macho display for the others? But again she backed up one step, slowly, as the dog-faced boy ran back from his truck throwing himself down at Luke’s feet. In his hands was the longest gun she had ever seen, complete with a telescopic lens and other gadgets she couldn’t identify. He raised the gun into position, pointing at what she thought must be her knee caps. Unable to move, her eyes were drawn to the little black mouth of the gun.

 

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Painter

 

‘Like most people who end up in L.A., I am a transplant. In 1973 I moved here for what seemed like sound professional reasons: having received no encouragement in New York for either my painting or my first novel, I figured all I was good for was acting, so I came to Hollywood. L.A. scared me at first. It was so full of blank space, and my response was to fill it up by painting colorful and increasingly nightmarish narratives.

‘In New York I never used color, but here I couldn’t use enough, and although I was supposed to be acting, all I did was paint. When I met other girls we would compare notes while fixing our hair or sharing a joint in restaurant rest rooms: no one seemed to have a clear course, and the air was packed with dreams trying to find bodies to crawl into. A world of art

‘Of course we blamed L.A. for our confusion. She wasn’t what she pretended to be: for all her promise of paradise her real weather was fire, and the glitter on her streets just crushed glass from some car wreck. Yet Los Angeles is the only muse I have ever taken seriously, and she is the subject of my art. Although I do not paint from real life, using actual models, still the paintings emerged like an eerie hologram of the city’s subconscious, vaguely familiar but with dream-like exaggerations.’ — Mary Woronov

 

 

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19 of Mary Woronov’s 83 films

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Andy Warhol Chelsea Girls (1966)
The Chelsea Girls was Andy Warhol’s his first major commercial success and catapulted many of the participants into superstardom – Ondine, Nico, International Velvet (Susan Bottomly), Brigid Berlin and Mary Woronov. When Mary Woronov’s mother saw the film she sued Warhol because her daughter had not signed a release. Warhol eventually paid all the actors $1,000.00 each to sign a release. The Chelsea Girls is made up of various scenes shot at the Chelsea Hotel, the Factory and at various apartments including the Velvet Underground’s apartment on West 3rd Street in the Village. Nico, Brigid Berlin and Susan Bottomly (International Velvet) lived at the Chelsea Hotel at the time the film was made. Brigid said that she spent about one night a week in her own room and the rest of the time visiting other people in other rooms. At the premiere of the film at Jonas Mekas’ Cinematheque, the film sequences were listed on the program accompanied by fake room numbers at the Chelsea Hotel. These had to be removed, however, when the Chelsea Hotel threatened legal action. At least two of the segments listed in the original program for The Chelsea Girls were deleted from the film – The Afternoon and The Closet. The Closet starred Nico and Randy Bourscheidt and is now shown as a separate film. The Afternoon starred Edie Sedgwick. According to Paul Morrissey, Edie later asked for her footage to be taken out of The Chelsea Girls, saying that she had signed a contract with Bob Dylan’s manager, Albert Grossman.’ — warholstars.org


THE CHELSEA GIRLS – EPISODE 7 (RIGHT)/ EPISODE 8(LEFT)


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Theodore Gershuny Silent Night, Bloody Night (1972)
Silent Night, Bloody Night is actually an engaging, cheap slasher that proved to be slightly ahead of its time. No one goes in expecting too much from public domain cheapies, but often enough you’ll get one that surprises you, and that’s precisely what happens here. The similarities to Black Christmas are definitely there, from the snarly phone calls, Christmas setting, POV shots to general slasher mayhem. The two would actually make quite the double feature of season’s slayings. Just when you think things can’t get any better, you see Mr. Cameo himself, John Carradine’s name in the credits and nostalgic cheapie fans can’t help but grin. From start to finish, the flick grasps the viewer by the throat and doesn’t let go. At one point during the climax, things get a little far fetched, but that is something easily overlooked in a film of this nature. The strongest element the film has going for it is the fact that it was made before the slasher boom hit and therefore doesn’t exist entirely within the rules that became standard. Revenge is a key motive in the film, but unlike Prom Night and countless other slashers, the theme of vengeance isn’t used as merely a motive to put the knife in a killer’s hand to cut up cuties. Instead, the mystery unravels with the characters and viewer both not knowing what comes next, adding extra oomph to the occasional severed hand and a sensational axe massacre by the black-gloved madman.’ — Oh, the Horror


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Theodore Gershuny Sugar Cookies (1973)
‘Back in the world of pre-Troma Troma, we have this intriguing little picture which has the distinction of being the only X rated film that lost money. Upon release, the film was re-rated with an R because the sex is no more explicit than a typical soft-core porn. Sugar Cookies, although an American production from the independent Armor films, which Lloyd Kaufman worked for before starting Troma, resembles a stylish Euro-trash picture of the era. Even though there is a lot of sex, it’s still held together with a solid thriller plot and it’s also a blatant homage to Vertigo.’ — savagehippie


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Oliver Stone Seizure (1974)
Seizure is a 1974 horror-thriller film. It is the directorial debut of Oliver Stone, who also co-wrote the screenplay. Horror writer Edmund Blackstone (Jonathan Frid) sees his recurring nightmare come to chilling life one weekend as one by one, his friends and family are killed by three villains: the Queen of Evil (Martine Beswick), a dwarf named Spider (Hervé Villechaize), and a giant scar-faced strongman called Jackal (Henry Judd Baker). Star Mary Woronov would later claim that one of the film’s producers was gangster Michael Thevis, who partially bankrolled the film in an attempt to launder money, as he was under investigation by the FBI.’ — collaged


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Paul Bartel Death Race 2000 (1975)
Vintage 1975 sleazebucket production from Roger Corman’s New World Pictures, loaded with sex, violence, and general vulgarity, but orchestrated by one of the most interesting personalities then operating in the exploitation field, Paul Bartel (director of the notorious Private Parts and, later, Eating Raoul). The story, about a road race in the not-too-distant future for which the drivers are given points for running down pedestrians, becomes an elaborate and telling fantasy about our peculiar popular entertainments. Fine work carved from minimal materials. With David Carradine and a pre-Rocky Sylvester Stallone.’ — Chicago Reader


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Michael Miller Jackson County Jail (1976)
‘When advertising executive Dinah Hunter finds out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her, she leaves her promising career and Los Angeles behind and heads for New York City for a new start. But along the way she makes the mistake of picking up some hitchhikers who beat her up and steal her car. Stranded in a small western town, Dinah is thrown in jail on some false charges and under the supervision of a psychopathic guard who beats her up and rapes her. After killing her attacker, Dinah escapes with another inmate, a radical named Coley Blake, and they are chased by the sheriff’s department, through a Bicentennial parade as they head for the open road.’ — collaged


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Joe Dante Hollywood Boulevard (1976)
Hollywood Boulevard is a ramshackled delight. Made for 60,000 dollars on a bet with Roger Corman, Hollywood Boulevard contains a variety show sense of humor, a pace that suggests a severe Benzedrine addiction and enough Stock Footage to make Ed Wood blanch (in one rather perfect moment we see footage of roller derby girls while one character delivers a voice over monologue how much she hates being a roller derby girl only to have it never mentioned again). But what it really contains and what saves it the three or four times it goes careening over the line between smutily amusing and degradingly sexist, is its sense of enthusiasm. Like the two films that Joe Dante and Allan Arkush would make directly after Hollywood Boulevard; Piranha and Rock N’ Roll High School, Hollywood Boulevard is the work of men who fully expect to never make a movie again and thus try to cram in as much as they love about them in one go.’ — Things that Don’t Suck


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Allan Arkush Rock ‘n’ Roll High School (1979)
‘Roger Corman, Executive Producer of the film, was looking to produce a modern teen film similar to the ones he made in his early career during the 1960s, with the focus on current music of the time. The initial title Disco High was selected for a story idea from Allan Arkush and Joe Dante. A script was developed by Richard Whitley, Russ Dvonch, and Joseph McBride. During this time, the film went through several different title changes including Heavy Metal Kids and Girl’s Gym. Arkush directed the majority of the film, but Dante also helped when Arkush was suffering from exhaustion. Corman had originally intended to center the film around the band Cheap Trick, but due to a conflict of schedules, he was forced to find an alternative band. The Ramones were suggested by Paul Bartel, one of the actors in the film. The film was shot on the campus of the defunct Mount Carmel High School in South Central Los Angeles, that had been closed in 1976. The actual demolition of the school was used in the end of the film.’ — collaged


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Allan Arkush Heartbeeps (1981)
Heartbeeps is a 1981 romantic sci-fi comedy film about two robots who fall in love and decide to strike out on their own. It was directed by Allan Arkush, and starred Andy Kaufman and Bernadette Peters as the robots. The film was aimed at children & was a failed experiment: Universal Pictures gave Andy Kaufman a blank check to make this film after focus group testing indicated that children liked robots, apparently in the wake of R2-D2 and C-3PO. Reviews of the film were negative. Film website Rotten Tomatoes, which compiles reviews from a wide range of critics, gives the film a score of 0%. Kaufman felt that the movie was so bad that he personally apologized for it on Late Night with David Letterman, and as a joke promised to refund the money of everyone who paid to see it (which didn’t involve many people). Letterman’s response was that if Kaufman wanted to issue such refunds, Kaufman had “better have change for a 20 (dollar bill)”.’ — collaged


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Siskel and Ebert review Heartbeeps

 

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Paul Bartel Eating Raoul (1982)
‘A sleeper hit of the early 1980s, Eating Raoul is a bawdy, gleefully amoral tale of conspicuous consumption. Warhol superstar Mary Woronov and cult legend Paul Bartel (who also directed) portray a prudish married couple who feel put upon by the swingers living in their apartment building. One night, by accident, they discover a way to simultaneously rid themselves of the “perverts” down the hall and realize their dream of opening a restaurant. A mix of hilarious, anything-goes slapstick and biting satire of me-generation self-indulgence, Eating Raoul marked the end of the sexual revolution with a thwack.’ — Criterion Collection


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Three Reasons: Eating Raoul

 

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Thom Eberhardt Night of the Comet (1984)
Night of the Comet is a good-natured, end-of- the-world B-movie, written and directed by Thom Eberhardt, a new film maker whose sense of humor augments rather than upstages the mechanics of the melodrama. The film’s premise: All of the world’s scientists have mysteriously died 12 months before the movie begins. At least that’s the only way to explain why no one has predicted that the comet, hurtling toward earth during a jolly Christmas season, is going to come a lot closer than all of the comet-party revelers around the country suspect. The film’s initial special effects aren’t great, but some of the dialogue is funny and Mr. Eberhardt has an effectively comic touch. All of the performers are good, especially Catherine Mary Stewart and Kelli Maroney, who play Reggie and Sam; Robert Beltran, as the young man who fancies Reggie, and Mary Woronov – the classically beautiful comedienne who co-starred with Mr. Beltran in Paul Bartel’s Eating Raoul – as one of the Government people who, heroically, refuse to steal someone else’s blood just to stay alive a little longer.’ — Vincent Canby, NY Times


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Rick Sloane Blood Theater (1984)
Blood Theater (a.k.a. Movie House Massacre) is an Independent Film Slasher/Horror Comedy. It was the first feature film by director Rick Sloane. The film includes many bizarre movie theater related deaths, such as being fried inside a popcorn machine, stabbed in the ticket booth, electrocuted by a film projector, decapitated by a projection booth partition, stabbed while a movie is playing on screen, smoke inhalation from burning film and a telephone receiver which breaks apart while a dying girl screams hysterically into it. The majority of the movie was shot at the historic Beverly Warner Theater in Beverly Hills, which was also a location in the film Xanadu. It was later demolished and the site became a bank building.’ — collaged


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Ted Nicolaou TerrorVision (1986)
TerrorVision was not a box office hit when it opened on February 14, 1986. According to Box Office Mojo, it lasted a mere four days in theaters, playing on 256 screens and earning just $320,256. It seemed ubiquitous on home video, though. I used to belong to about half a dozen different video stores, and I recall seeing the box – with a giant eye inside a satellite dish – in several of them. Home video is actually the preferred format for a picture like this. It’s not really theater quality, but it is perfect for watching and mocking with friends in the privacy of your own home. As for Producer Charles Band …well, he’s still out there doing his thing. Recent output bearing his name includes the Evil Bong movies (about, you know, a killer pot-smoking device), and the unforgettable Zombies vs. Strippers. The ’80s were his heyday, though. Band and his stable of collaborators embraced the “make it cheap” ethic. They also savored exploitation elements. I suspect that, viewed in its day, TerrorVision might have just seemed stupid. Viewed today, it’s still stupid, but at least it’s stupid in a nostalgic-for-’80s-cheese way.’ — Aisle Seat


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Bob Rafelson Black Widow (1987)
‘For all its faults, Black Widow is Rafelson’s comeback after a six-year hiatus, and it’s good to see the director of Five Easy Pieces in the saddle again. For the joys of Black Widow are the joys of a film well made — the cinematography of Conrad Hall, the production design of Gene Callahan, and a fabulous cast that includes Sami Frey, Dennis Hopper, Nicol Williamson, Mary Woronov, Diane Ladd and a cameo by playwright David Mamet (as a poker player). And something more than that. The essence of film noir is mordant humor — remember, for example, that the greatest of the film noir narrations, in Sunset Boulevard, was spoken by a dead man. What makes Black Widow special is the fun Rafelson has with it. All the different ways of dying — from empty scuba tanks to a penicillin allergy to something called Ondine’s curse — become not just plot points but a tapestry of black comedy. After so many films in which a body builder who works as a mud wrestler turns out to be a CIA agent trying to suppress rock music in a small town, it’s pleasantly shocking to see an active intelligence working in the movies.’ — Washington Post


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Bruce & Norman Yonemoto Kappa (1987)
Kappa is a boldly provocative and original work. Deconstructing the myth of Oedipus within the framework of an ancient Japanese folk story, the Yonemotos craft a highly charged discourse of loss and desire. Quoting from Bunuel, Freud, pop media and art, they place the symbology of Western psychosexual analytical theory into a cross-cultural context, juxtaposing the Oedipal and Kappa myths in a delirious collusion of form and content. The Kappa, a malevolent Japanese water imp, is played with eerie intensity by artist Mike Kelley; actress Mary Woronov plays Jocasta as a vamp from a Hollywood exploitation film. Steeped in perversions and violent longings, both the Kappa and Oedipus legends are presented in highly stylized, purposefully “degraded” forms, reflecting their media-exploitative cultural contexts. In this ironic yet oddly poignant essay of psychosexual compulsion and catharsis, the Yonemotos demonstrate that even in debased forms, cultural archetypes hold the power to move and manipulate.’ — Electronic Arts Intermix


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Paul Bartel Scenes from the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills (1989)
‘The movie, an original screenplay by Bruce Wagner, tells the story of two affluent Beverly Hills wives (Bisset and Mary Woronov), who live side by side and share many things, including friends and perhaps lovers. Bisset’s husband, Sidney (Paul Mazursky), has died in kinky circumstances shortly before the movie opens, but his ghost visits her from time to time, still bitter. Woronov is in the middle of a disintegrating marriage with a pipsqueak (Wallace Shawn), and both women become the subject of an interesting bet by their house servants (Ray Sharkey and Robert Beltran): They wager $5,000 on who can seduce the other’s employer first. No real attempt has been made to create consistent characters and then allow them to talk as they really might. Scenes from the Class Struggle, etc., is an assortment of put-downs, one-liners and bitchy insults, assigned almost at random to the movie’s characters.’ — Roger Ebert


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Barry Shils Motorama (1991)
Motorama is an American road movie released in 1991. It is a surrealistic film about a ten-year-old runaway boy (played by Jordan Christopher Michael) on a road trip for the purpose of collecting game pieces (cards) from the fictional “Chimera” gas stations, in order to spell out the word M-O-T-O-R-A-M-A. By doing so he will supposedly win the grand prize of $500 million. et’s start from this point: This is not a movie intended for the common audience. Utterly bizarre, somehow incomprehensible, totally unpredictable, it just keep you stoned watching at the screen trying to figure out what will happen next. If that by itself doesn’t make you agree it is an excellent movie, then go back to your “family” movies and forget about Motorama. It has material to be considered a cult movie, it can be placed in the same category with movies that win awards in Cannes or other intellectual film festivals, but, sadly, Hollywood already let if fall in oblivion, simply because it is not commercial.’ — collaged


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Gregg Araki The Living End (1992)
‘Janet Maslin of The New York Times found The Living End to be “a candid, freewheeling road movie” with “the power of honesty and originality, as well as the weight of legitimate frustration. Miraculously, it also has a buoyant, mischievous spirit that transcends any hint of gloom.” She praised Araki for his solid grasp on his lead characters’ plight and for not trivializing it or inventing an easy ending. Conversely, Rita Kempley for The Washington Post called the film pretentious and Araki a “cinematic poseur” along the lines of Jean-Luc Godard and Andy Warhol. The Living End, she concluded, “is mostly annoying”. Rolling Stone’s Peter Travers found The Living End a “savagely funny, sexy and grieving cry” made more heart-rending by “Hollywood’s gutless fear of AIDS movies”. In a letter (09/25/92) to playwright Robert Patrick, Quentin Crisp called the film “dreadful.”‘ — collaged


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Rob Zombie The Devil’s Rejects (2005)
‘Zombie’s glorification of the feral Firefly family’s murderous cross-country rampage is undermined by a myopic, adolescent amorality: he sees them as symbols of a rebellious, individualist American spirit. It doesn’t help that the brutalising redneck trio – clown-faced pater familias Captain Spaulding, son Otis and daughter Baby – are played by bad actors: Sid Haig, Bill Moseley and Zombie’s wife, Sheri Moon. All three are eclipsed by veteran genre favourites Geoffrey Lewis, Ken Foree and William Forsythe, the last of whom plays a sheriff unhinged by his lust for Old Testament-style vengeance. This is the kind of unedifying spectacle likely to appeal to brain-dead sickos who think Charles Manson was a misunderstood messiah, rather than a degenerate, manipulative psychopath.’ — Time Out London


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p.s. Hey. ** Steevee, Hi. Nope, never met him. I would love to. Busy is a pretty good weapon against the imagination, for better and worse. Well, I don’t know the situation whatsoever, but there’s always the possibility of envy coloring Jost’s opinion. They are both American auteur mavericks. When buffs or critics declaim in a self-consciously rigid way like that about Malick or other directors, it’s essentially just opinion-making that uses an artist’s work to stake a catchy personal claim, at least in most situations, in my opinion. Nothing wrong with that, but I think it is an example of criticism colored with ego. In the Malick example, at least. Everyone, here’s Steevee: ‘Now that you’ve read my interview with the directors of KARL MARX CITY, now you can read my review of the film itself, although I realize it covers much of the same ground.’ That is indeed good news about ‘Nocturama’s’ US distribution. Huh, what do you know. Sleep issues are the worst. I need 8 hours to fully function. I can do okay on 7 hours, but not a minute less. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the film shoot where I have a feeling that I’ll be lucky to get 5 hours a night on most days. John Cale was killer live in the early to mid- punk days. And usually drunk/stoned out of his mind most of the time. You never knew what you would get when you went to one of his gigs around then. I look forward to your review of the Serra. Everyone, Also, you can read Steevee’s review ‘of Albert Serra’s beautiful THE DEATH OF LOUIS XIV, in which Jean-Pierre Leaud spends two hours dying in bed.’ Here. I second his high opinion of the film. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. ‘Boom’, now thats a movie I would be curious to watch again. I don’t want a daddy. My blood one was plenty. I used to know Shirley a little, as I think you know. ** Mike morey, Hello, Mike! Welcome to the blog, and thank you being here. And for the link. That looks super interesting. I’ll hit it properly post-p.s. Take care, and come back any old time. **  Misanthrope, But the possible if not eventually likely disappearing is why they’re excitingly poignant too, no? But I like scary things, mind you. I decided ‘boi’ is an acronym for ‘bathetic old idiot’. Or something. Oh, yeah, I can see that use of ‘baby’ being very annoying. It’s also the tone of voice people use when they say shit like that. Indeed: that confusion. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! As of this moment, our producer is still negotiating with the actor’s agent, but since he’s supposed to start rehearsals with us on Wednesday, they’d better figure that out pronto, and hopefully he’ll be signed up officially today. I haven’t heard back from the band yet, and I’ll have to nudge them today because we’ll need a Plan B pretty immediately. Oh, yes, definitely yes on doing a ‘welcome’ post for your project! Absolutely, I would love to. On timing, let me know. I think that while we’re shooting the film, from roughly the 17th to the end of the month, I’m probably just going to shut the blog down entirely because I’ll have no time at all even to launch restored posts, so before or after those two weeks would be the way to go. Awesome to see the site! It looks really good! Everyone, the great Dóra Grőber is soon to launch a new literary magazine/site called SCAB. I’ll be doing a proper ‘welcome to the world’ post to help usher it outwards, but go check out its lovely initial website, won’t you? Here. Awesome!!! The Cherbourg trip was very productive and went well and was quite exhausting. I need to figure out a way immediately to deal with this heightened pace and non-stop work because my brain is already quite fried, and it’s only getting more intense every day. Yikes. But, yes, everything seems to be on track as of this very moment. Thanks, D! ** Sypha, If you like his ass, there’s a lot of porn floating around out there where you can see it in great detail. Your wanting to reread ‘TMS’ is an honor, of course. ** _Black_Acrylic, I’ve heard about David Keenan’s novel, yes. Such an excellent title. I haven’t read it, but I really want to, so let me know what you think of it. Mm, hard to tell about ‘Aquarius’ based on what’s at the end of that link. I’ve not heard of it before. But, heck, it’s a freebie, so why not? ** Bill, Hi. The problem is maintaining the strength to hold the umbrellas up in the air. I’m burnt, man. It wasn’t so rainy out there this last trip, at least. Yes, may your weekend give you beaucoup opportunities to poke whatever and even whomsoever you wish! ** James Nulick, I’m not sure Walmart will still be in business in six months from I read in the papers. The film prep work is going well at a non-stop pace, and I am already zombie-like before it even moves into high gear. We need to get the actor nailed down since he’s supposed to know all of his lines by Wednesday when we start rehearsals, but the contract wasn’t signed as of yesterday, so I hope he’s memorizing his part just in case, or else we’re fucked. Yeah, it’s a money issue. We have a lot more money for this film that we had for ‘Cattle’, but it’s much bigger, more complex film, so the money is almost as tight. Shooting begins on the 17th, yeah. Rehearsals start on this coming Wednesday, and basically we’ll start working all day every day without a break starting then. But, yes, the cast, crew, props, decor, costumes, and so on arrive in Cherbourg on Sunday the 16th, and we’ll have been there a couple of days preparing, and then it all launches early the next morning. Moving is a drag, as I can attest, but it is nice to have a new place, so there’s that to help survive the hell. I don’t know about the screening stuff re: ‘PGL’ yet, but it’s a ‘real film’ so I would imagine there’s a greater chance it could get some kind of theater release in the US. It is, however, going to be quite a strange film, so who knows. Have a good one! ** Okay. Due to my current brain’s extremely limited ability to construct new posts for you at the moment, you get another restoration this weekend, but it’s a pretty good and fun one at least. See you on Monday.

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  1. Well, I got the first post today because I had another 4-hour sleep night, even though I took several sleeping pills before going to sleep. They seemed to act fast and intensely but wear off quickly. Tomorrow, I plan to take one before bedtime and if I wake up 4 hours later, take another one and see what happens. I’ve found that I can eventually function and feel like a human being if I get a nap in early afternoon, but this isn’t always possible and I basically have to rearrange my schedule to make it work (ie. only seeing movies in the evening.)

    @David Ehrenstein–I saw you as a talking head in a cable program about Rock Hudson yesterday. What you had to say was pretty smart, but the show was marred by terrible re-enactments of the ’80s, among other things. Thanks for the Cale link, although I kept hoping Chrissie and Nick would start singing along.

    Have you heard the new Wire album? I plan to go out to Rough Trade and buy it Monday, among other things.

  2. The problem with late Malick is that there seems to be no middle ground between “total crap” and “genius masterpieces,” and each camp can be incredibly nasty towards each other. I saw a lot of evidence of this in the thread Gerald Peary started and Jost and I participated in. A woman chimed in to say that if a female director had made SONG TO SONG, her career would be instantly ruined and she would never be able to make another film again. That actually may be true, but it’s not necessarily a putdown to say that Malick has the clout to experiment in ways that other directors haven’t, while reaching a relatively large audience, and he didn’t invent male privilege. I wish I had been able to review SONG TO SONG, but no one sent me an invite to press screenings, and I saw it in commercial release.

    • Incidentally, I have sent off a pitch for an essay on the discourse around late Malick to one outlet, and I have another one in mind should they pass.

  3. That show was done several years back steevee. Interestign tat they’ve started to run it again.
    I love Mary Woronov like MAD! A couple of years back we did an event together at Beyond Baroque where we sat around and talked about Jack Smith. Mary’s a marvelous artist and she and Paul Bartel were the best male-femal movie team since William Powell and Myrna Loy.

    Mary was discovered by Gerard Malanga on one of his frequent sorties to Boston. He found Edie Sedgwick there as well. She of course came to the Factory with her whole clique and the rest is pharmaceutical history.

  4. Hey Dennis, it’s been a while since I dropped in, things and you seem good,no? Aside from yer brain-fry. That is so great about that Destroyer song and Bejar knowing and respecting your work….wowsers caked with awe! I saw The New Pornographers in a small club in Bham a few years back and hoped for him to show cuz he lives like a half hour away but of course he didnt.

    So my pal, the mega talented writer Meghan Lamb wants to get you a copy of her newly released Silk Flowers. I told her i’d do the introducing….what the best address for her to send it to?

    x
    Mark

  5. Hey Dennis

    Back in Scotland now, wonderful peace and quiet, and warm weather for now also. Fallow deer, buzzards, gorse, marshes, porridge and malty ales.

    Internet here is no good for DC’s posts, with their tumbling, cascading embedded videos and gifs… But I can see bits and pieces! Woronov’s Francis Bacon paintings, and I dig the Islands post, especially the photos, of Holland Island and others.

    I’ve been looking at this amazing Taschen book of colour WW1 photography. It was recommended by The Public Domain Review, and I second that rec. It’s amazing. A necessarily narrow scope of subjects, and all the more effective for that. God Punish the Perfidious Albion.

    Hope you got the actor’s agent sorted out.

    Give me a shout whenever about the post. Have a good weekend!

    Joe

  6. Hi!

    I still keep my fingers crossed for the actor though I hope you already have a final answer – and a yes, nothing less. Do you??
    What about the band?

    Thank you so much about SCAB!! I’m so immensely grateful, truly! I’ve been thinking about it and I guess maybe it’d be more ideal to make the post after you come back from the shooting because by that time I might have a more solid idea about how it’s all really working and what is important to highlight, etc. Thank you once again, really – for making the link public here and for everything else!

    I’m really glad to hear the Cherbourg trip was productive and everything’s on track! My, I do understand your concerns about the heightened pace though. If I can’t get a proper night’s sleep like two nights in a row I’m a total zombie…
    How was your weekend? I hope you had some time to just… be and breathe!!

  7. This may be a dumb question, but how do you keep up with new music so well and so thoroughly? Especially since you’ve said that Paris is a fairly weak town for record stores. I’ve written a bunch of navel-gazing Facebook posts about my taste in music over the past few weeks, but I’m actively trying to fight the urge to wallow in “comfort music,” yet when I take on a chance on new artists, I often hear crap that sounds like, say, a lame imitation of Syd Barrett and 1967 Pink Floyd. How’d you discover an artist like Dominowe? (I’m happy to have introduced his music to several DJs in New York’s queer dance scene, which you’re responsible for in a roundabout way!)

  8. Hey Dennis!
    How are you? How was your weekend? How was the Thursday Cherbourg trip? Is the quarry still a worry? The rubble still causing trouble? Sorry, too many questions and poor rhyming humour. I hope you’re not overwhelmed by all that movie work and having some time for yourself.
    I feel like I have nothing to report, but have been quite busy. Hmm. Someone gave me a bass guitar, so that’s pretty sweet.
    I hope everything’s as good with you as is possible.
    Acrobatic love,
    Jamie

  9. Dennis, You should add “Restorer” to your resume. I like that you’re selective in what you restore here when you do it. Good shit.

    Well, yeah, the potential disappearing is exciting, but for me, it’s overwhelmed by thoughts of being on such an island as it disappears…along with me. Argh. I can’t take it. Well, I can take it, but it scares the bejeezus out of me. 😛

    There’s a fellow I follow -well, I just look at his Tumblr and Twitter every once in a while- who hates the term “boi pussy.” I get that. You’d probably really like this guy on several levels. He seems really cool. If you’re ever bored and get the chance, check him out: http://godhatesandrew.tumblr.com/

    And here’s his twitter: https://twitter.com/andypaws420?lang=en

    Really interesting fella.

    I tell ya, the sex hysteria -and I get it from all types, conservative, liberal, male, female, et al- it even mutes ME at times, where I’m just like, fuck, I’m not even going to mention how fucking awesome 23-year-old Harry Styles is because it’ll just be a blowback of hypocritical proportions so huge that I’ll be depressed for at least 5 minutes. Ugh.

    I watched a Lily Tomlin movie last night (from 2015), and one interesting -and good- thing was that Eileen Myles was getting tons of love in it. That was cool.

    • When I heard rumors about Bryan Singer and Roland Emmerich holding sex parties with “young boys,” I assumed this meant 19-year-old twinks. Most of the media assumed it meant 14-year-olds, which I’m sure has nothing to do with the notion that gayness=pedophilia, and might even still be considered normal if they were heterosexual men and the teenagers were female.

  10. I’m just back from seeing Aquarius and it’s kind of agreeable but still, an overly long 2.5 hours. Leading lady Sonia Braga puts in a performance that very much carries the film, which I doubt I’d have seen were it not for those freebie DCA Twitter competition tickets. Yuck ‘n Yum’s Alexandra was my chaperone and she seemed to rate it rather more highly than I did.

  11. Woah, a Cheap Trick-fronted Rock ‘n’ Roll High School, that’s quite a concept! One of those what-might-have-been film ideas, I guess.

  12. Dennis check your e-mail. I’ve just sent you a new “Day”

  13. Hope you had a restful, umbrella-less weekend, Dennis.

    I think I missed the Woronov day the first time around. Those paintings are particularly odd; I keep seeing a Francis Bacon reference in the one with the red dunce cap, for some reason.

    Part of the poking (haha) was just ahem inching along. Instead of my more customary approach of throwing a bunch of stuff at the wall (so to speak) and seeing what sticks, I’m trying to work with a much more precise process for an idea that might be a bad match. I guess we’ll either have to learn to live with each other, or come to a not so amicable resolution.

    But I did spend some time with Robert Lopez’s new, oddly absorbing novel, All Back Full.

    Yikes, almost Monday already.

    Bill

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