A familiar two-toned intergalactic bleep warps as a stitched-up ass in flesh-colored leather pants, alluringly rocks side-to-side on screen. That recognizable do-doo emerges from its muddied distortion into the sonic perfection of “Goodbye Horses,” as Q Lazzarus’s stunning, androgynous voice hums over the beat. A face peers into the camera in slo-mo. Lit only by … Continue reading
“In heaven’s name, why are you walking away? Hang on! To your love!” Soaked in the neon pink and blue lighting of a gay bar, a very drunk Jeffrey Dahmer jerkily dances to Sade, holding his whiskey and Coke high, the light reflecting off his glasses (the most famous killer glasses, rivaled only perhaps by … Continue reading
What if the artist who spent most of his career seeking to “be a machine” never really nailed it? That’s the central question of the aggravatingly flawed but incredibly moving Netflix docuseries The Andy Warhol Diaries, directed by Andrew Rossi. This expansive six-part series uses Warhol’s posthumously published diaries—or really his compulsive daily telephone ramblings … Continue reading