just read the worst analysis of my LIFE now its time to finally sit down and watch the worst ADAPTATION ive ever heard of to further ruin my life xoxo stay tune (Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me―)
First of all, Paul Morrissey is a fucking brutally honest hero that should live forever. Second, he didn’t like Andy Warhol yet had to go through decades of Warhol’s name plastered in front of his movies as if it was Warhol who made them; when in truth, “Andy had nothing going on in his head, could barely speak, wore a stupid wig, was an autistic albino, and only occasionally dropped by during editing.” His words. But you get the idea of whom Paul Morrissey is. Fiercely independent, hands on, workaholic, all around awesome artist in a time where sex was rampant and on display and music carried with it a superior religion and statement. None of the actors in Flesh for Frankenstein were professional- on purpose. They looked good in front of the camera or they had personalities that Paul liked. In this raw sense, F4F is a masterpiece. That every last detail was written, directed, edited by Morrissey is amazing. That the film delivered buckets of blood, practical effects, nudity, sex, AND was hilarious at the same time, transcends art. Is it mocking the source material? I don’t think so. I think of it as a skilled musician taking a sample of someone else’s music and manipulating it into something entirely different. I could write about my first experience with F4F all day, and still not even make it to how great of a job they did with the 3D- (it’s now my favorite 3D movie). If you are a trash, cult, grindhouse aficionado, if you own more than four John Waters films and you appreciate the unplanned and even experimental, just buy the Vinegar Syndrome edition. You’re going to love it on every level. 5/5